She was lost in a dream again, rocking slowly to and fro, feeling the warm hard thing in her p***y massaging her. She felt like she was floating. It was so delicious. She brought her fingers to her drooping n*****s, which were stiff now, stiffer than they’d been in years.
“I could do that for you,” came a soft male voice that brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes.
“What?” she asked dreamily.
“I could touch your breasts. I’d like to suck those n*****s again,” he said.
She could feel no fear. She realized she’d been riding him, doing this new thing, for ... how long? She didn’t know. His hands were still up above his head. They were gripping the bottom of the headboard, but they were up there.
“Yes,” she sighed, dropping her hands to the sides of her hips.
She closed her eye
