Rebecca 2nd Night visit

You look up to see Rebecca, standing in the moonlight. Her hair is loose and her hotness in her nightgown evident, as Flo and Abby continue to snore. You feel yourself harden.

You open up the blankets and she crawls in next to you, staring you face to face. Her barely hidden breasts are so damn close to you. Fuck.

"What up, girl?" you ask.

"Earlier today? When we went to fetch water? I wish you wouldn't kiss me like that," Rebecca says while tears form at the corners of her eyes. "I'm married. I have daughters. I have a life that is respectable here in Salem."

"Yeah?"

"But, I just," Rebecca says, as you watch her reach down to her crotch. "You love me so brazenly, so openly. Simon never tells me he loves me."

You can tell by her hot cheeks and breathing that she's a little horny honey right now. And so, you pull down the top of her dress, revealing her prize badonka-donks, which you would give the academy award to if you could. You shove your face into them.

"Yes, yes," you hear Rebecca whisper over and over again as you worship these titties the way they were meant to be. She's still crying quietly as she bites her lips and begins rubbing herself against her dress. She then slowly hikes up her dress more, revealing her old time bloomers. Reaching down, you shove a spare hand into her hot box. Damn, she is wet down there.

"Damn girl, you're soaked," you say, as you pull down her bloomers, revealing Rebecca's beautiful pussy to the world. It's so fucking gorgeous, fat and juicy, leaking like a soaked rag.

"Please sir, don't stare, it's shameFULL!" Rebecca gasps as you pet her pussy and then shove some fingers up in there. "Oh goodness!" Rebecca states, as you begin fingerblasting her hot puss. The wet sounds a most beautiful melody as Rebecca proceeds to drench your mattress.

"You like that Mrs. B?" you ask her.

"I can't deny, this pleasure is beyond, uh, anything I have ever felt," Rebecca rasps out in short, strained with pleasure breaths. In but a moment, her back is arching as she climaxes on your fingers, spraying her juice everywhere. When she comes back down, you let her catch her breath.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Fuck, you're so fucking hot," you tell her while still massaging her bangin' sweater puppies.

"Kiss me," she says, as you lean in to french her. There's way more tongue this time, and at one point she even licks her your face. Things might go all the way if-

SNORE!

"Sorry, my love, but I must go back," she says. "Tomorrow, my dear, let us spend more time together." You feel yourself pout but let her return to her bed.

Ah well, you win some, you lose some.