’ ‘Yes, Mummy. I’m trying to decide what to get you for a present.’ Laura chuckled. ‘Well, you have plenty of time. Maybe you and Sally can ...alk about it at school tomorrow.’ We pulled up outside the house, and when we got inside the door Evie made straight for the stairs. ‘Mummy — is it alright if I have a nap now?’ ‘Of course, dear. Are you tired, did you not sleep very well at Grandma’s?’ Evie shook her head. ‘But I think you and Tim need a cuddle now. I can read my new book.’ Laura grinned. So why does this still turn me on when having sex with or fantasizing about my wife? Well, the sheer numbers - my fantasy was of her as a true slut, porn star, or professional whore.And she pretty much engaged in enough encounters, and in some cases, WE engaged in enough encounters, that I will probably have fantasy material for life.So before diving into some specific great moments, I thought I would share some statistics, just to see how we may or may not compare to others in "the lifestyle".. I notice her in the middle of "Love is a Lonely Place Without You". It can't be? Can it? Jess? I have to know for certain and descend the steps to sing to her table. As I approach, my suspicions are confirmed. I would know those big blue eyes anywhere. Fueled with "Cher" confidence, I take her hand and sing into those eyes I never expected to see again. As I sing words of love and missing her, she blushes, giggling, looking back at her friends. I kiss her cheek and whisper, "Hi, Jess," in her. I feel like an idiot already." Fab!" said Jane. "We just need to decide which of you boys will be thewife." I call dibs on the husband!" said Jason.He was an idiot, always up forsomething crazy, and he was showing it here."Whatever," I sighed. "Let's just do this already." Come on, it wasn'tlike anything real was about to happen. In fact, I couldn't imagine whatwas about to happen next, period. It still seemed like a gag.Mom put a small crystal ball onto the table. "Okay boys, just stare.