Now I want you to add your cum to his. I need my wonderful husband to fuck me now, please come to me and fuck me too. Come, reclaim me. Reclaim your w...fe's very naughty pussy." Then she held out her loving arms to me. Reclaim me, she said. In that split second I remembered that while researching our fantasy she had come across something online months before called "reclamation sex." It was described as the type of sex a loving married couple would have 'after' she had been taken by another. I didn't want the conversation to lead to the sexual history of me and Martha. I said, "I don't know." Sure she would."I shrugged.She used an eraser that looked like a small ball of rubber and said, "I would." She rubbed the drawing and glanced at me from the corners of her eyes and grinned. "I know it sounds outrageous. I would never have considered anything remotely like that, before all this happened." She squinted, looking at a line on her drawing and nursing it with the edge of her hand,. The truth is, I'd always been, though slightly popular in the non-cheerleader, school paper editor sort of way, a little bit shy. So being supervised by my dad while a freshman at university was sort of akin to watering your garden in the rain.I suppose after that statement I don't need to tell you I'm a virgin. But what might shock you is the admission that I've only been seriously kissed twice and that was by my boyfriend of one week Stan from the ninth grade who I found kissing Sally Bennet. The plasters came off four weeks later, leaving just a support bandage on my right kneecap (or what was left of it) and the first thing Jenny did when we got home was to run me a bath, it was absolute heaven.Things had been moving along nicely in the meantime, the German company had offered a substantial out of court settlement, which Karen had recommended that we accept and we'd agreed a price with Peter for the pub. There was quite a difference (in our favour) between the two amounts so we.