My own mother was turning me on and it felt fantastic. My hand started caressing her thigh as my eyes took in her neatly trimmed flaming red bush. "We...re running late, honey. Let's shower together. It'll save some time. You can wash my back, I'll wash you, and we can finish what we just started. I think…" Mom slid a hand between my legs and shoved her long slender finger inside my now sopping wet hole. "…you want me to make love to you as much as I want you to make love to me." "Oh, Jesus,. “This is so amazing,” she thought. “A part of me is remembering our wedding as happening last night, but theParispart of me is insisting our wedding happened more than a week ago.”Mark thought back, “I know. It does get a little difficult at times, trying to align the two perspectives. In a sense, they’re both real.”Jada mentally nodded. “Yes, because the thoughts are real, they really occurred. Hah! Your calendar helps. It’s so easy to follow, exactly two weeks every month. Have you noticed?. " That's right. What else?." Um, you want me to wear tight dresses and skirts ... really short ones. ..." Perfect. And what's the rule whenever the two of us are alone?"Beth closed her eyes and imagined being in the kitchen on a warm summer weekend with sunlight streaming through the curtains. In her daydream Robert was sitting at the table watching her working at the sink with her back to him. She imagined herself wearing only an apron and a pair of red pumps. The picture in her mind made her. Debbie smiled and said, "What are you doing here?" I just came to warn you that Dad is right behind me," she replied."Oh fuck!" Debbie groaned.Five seconds after Debbie's outburst, a tall silver-haired man came walking slowly into the back room. He walked up to us and held out his hand to Debbie. He was about fifty, and carried himself with the self-assurance of wealth and privilege."Come on, honey, let's go," he said quietly.She stayed in her seat and said, "I'm twenty-one. I don't have to go.