She was happy and smiled at me. Although, I lied with her as she was obviously not the same sex hungry woman of 20 years before but it is understood t...at she will not have the same stamina and physical ability at the age of 65. However, still she was so active after the fuck and we slept in each other’s tight hug. Both of us went in deep sleep immediately in the morning, Bhanu aunty woke up first at around 6:00 am due to the age, her sleep was reduced considerably and hence, she woke up so. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment, stunned. This is an insane dream, and the knowledge it is a dream hasn’t propelled me to wake up, the way it usually does. I’m in an 20 year old girl’s body – an attractive body, too, I note – and I turn myself this way and that, noticing how it feels to move in this new, yet somehow familiar, body. It is August 15, 1975. Saint John’s bazaar starts this afternoon. My junior year in college will begin in a few weeks, and I’ll need to go shopping for. I didn't even have to break a sweat. I could just sit back and relax and let her please me. She seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did.When she had come into my office and locked the door, I knew that's what she was working up to. She'd asked me about the pressure of the promotion and if I was feeling stressed. I would have loved to fuck her right there on my big new desk in the middle of the day, but I also knew she wouldn't let that happen. There was too much risk of her squealing and. REAL fisherman knew what the fish really wanted better than any mass-production factory.She hated fish.However, as much as she hated fish, she loved her husband. She'd entertained passing thoughts of illicit summer affairs and hot, passionate sexual encounters while her husband blissfully floated his raft down the Russian River. She'd dreamed of chasing her own form of "spawning red." She sighed. It would never happen. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that.