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The Storm on 19-02-2020 15:58:30

As the candle in her room dimmed, Alison’s consciousness followed a similar course drifting toward delirium. For brief intervals she hallucinated in the darkness.

George became her husband, they shared tender moments and she even imagined the sound of his dog tags clanking.

“Oh, please, oh, …” she cried in stupor.

Her husband was not there to help her, but each time she repeated his name, phantasms of him returned in her mind, replacing the awful reality of George.

Beguiled into believing George was her husband, she thought he felt very different tonight. But it been ages since they had sex. Their love life had diminished to nothing since they first married.

Remembering the reaction in Alison’s nipples from earlier, George began nibbling and worked his way to each of her breasts.

“Ooh sweat heart,” Alison gasped, she failed to realized this was a dream, reality was her husband was gone.

“Ooh, oh, oh, God please,” Alison mewled.

It was too late. George was going to introduce her pussy to Muslim cock and begin planting a preference for it in her.


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