By 1:00 A.M. Lisa was getting towards the end of one of her "prince rescues princess" erotic dreams. In her dream, she was on the same familiar secluded stretch of beach, making love to the latest version of "the prince." But in reality, she had her hand stuck in her crotch, "making love" to her own pussy. In her dream, the prince had magically transformed himself into the same male lion that Lisa and her best friend, Sharon, had seen coupled-up with the female lion at the zoo last month. Lisa wasn't scared of outdoors the lion at all, as she lay down on her back, and held her arms out towards the lion, gesturing for him to come to her. As he approached, she spread her legs far apart, to let the lion get into position, so that he could mount her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around the base of the lion's penis. And then she rubbed the pointed tip of it against her own pussy indian mound, before inserting it up into her "special hole"--the one that Sharon had enlightened her about. And the lion's penis filled her vagina up, and felt so good to her! Much better than amateur her own fingers ever had. And that's when Lisa began to slowly wake up, with the natural anticipation of the masturbation that would inevitably take place next. But instead, she woke up to the shocking discovery that her hand really was wrapped around the base of a fully-erect penis. And the head of that penis really was inside of her "special hole." But this penis belonged to her own stepfather, who was now looming over her in her own bed, and was coupled-up with her in a missionary-style position. Lisa tore her hand away from his penis, as if it were a hot iron. "Oh God, Daddy, please don't do this!" Lisa pleaded with him. "Don't do what, honey?" her stepfather replied, and she could smell the stench of the whiskey on this breath. "Please don't fuck me!" Lisa begged. "What makes you think that I'm fucking you? You're the one who's done everything so far. "I heard some moans comin' from your room. So I walked in to check on you, and see if you were okay. And you were lyin' there, with your hands stuck down between your legs, diddlin' yourself, and havin' a good ol' time. "Then you kicked off all the covers, and you pulled the crotch of your panties over to one side, and you just kept on diddlin' your little bare pussy right in front of me. Well, a man can only take so much, ya know? “You just love to slurp up nerd cum, don't you bitch?” YOU! "You just went by earlier, I got the feeling that you didn't like me or something." The next scene was the one I wanted, stepmom, stepdaughter. “So that’s it. Higher than the fucking moon. “Oh, and Atrin, this is your new wife. Actually, it can’t really be called a living “room”, more like the amateur living quadrant. "Ta Da! He viciously faced fucked her Three if you get round to her buttock. "You ever been with a guy?" It quickly hit the back of her throat. I took the baot indian cover off and we both got in. Where do you think you left them I asked him? It was time to tackle the laundry she had neglected for too long. The official hangman reached out and placed his hand below Jessica’s breast. It was the right thing to do. “But let me continue my story.” I pushed my cock deeper in her ass. Doing a lot of kissing. Madison turned bright red and didn’t speak. I flicked my tongue over my lips, almost outdoors tasting her tangy passion instead of the lingering traces of Araceli sweet pussy. Not long after that, I heard the block and tackle and the rattle of chains again, and Mandy moaned loudly. “Well, thank you, Zach.