(and makes me wet again remembering)I closed my eyes as the first tremors started in my thighs.Knowing he was watching me, enjoying his talent.He slow...y slid 2 fingers into my tight, wet cunt.Beckoning me to cum, as I writhed on the couch.I could feel the tension rising in hips.'Oh, God, make me cum' I moaned.'Don't cum yet. Not yet.' he said.'Not until I tell you to.'It was pure ecstacy...My body was shaking, holding back, on the brink...And he stopped. He stopped!Before I could say. .." The radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet nothing was right, again! I mean, I remembered I was Jason Walton, 22, and I was also Terri Greene for the last two Fridays, and I just had a great Friday evening with George. Did the DJ say it was Friday, again?I knew then I was living in some sort of time loop where the day would repeat itself, unless I managed to find out how to make the time going forward by the time I go to sleep. So I got up from the bed and put on the same silk. Angela's eyes flickered over his rippling chest muscles. She made her eyes go to his shaggy brown hair, but even that made her loins tingle."Do I get to see your titties again?" asked Dub hopefully."They're not titties, Dub," she said patiently. "They're called breasts." Or boobs," he said. "That's what you called them. Do I get to see your boobs again?"Normally, Angela would have been disgusted with a man who was so blatantly transparent in his lust. For some reason, though, Dub seemed. If no one else, I would know, and watch me, and judge. I didn't suspect the Fabulous Ms. Tiger would be very critical, as long as I showed cool moves, and cut down on the annoyances. I suspected that it was also important that I not become annoying, or stinky. Ok, first goal, take a bath, and use unscented soap.Ms. Tiger joined me in the swimming pool, the chlorine by now had lost its odor and effectiveness, but the water was not grungy yet- at least it wasn't before I washed my hair. I did not.