It was only the paper-boy, I realized, relieved, but then I remembered that we didn't have aSunday paper delivered, only Saturday's. Gingerly I picked...it up andread the date - it was Saturday's newspaper.Suddenly I was back to thinking my earlier Saturday as Jenny had allbeen a dream. How could it be so long? There were all sorts of detailswhich I remembered very clearly and which I couldn't imagine my mindinventing. I felt I needed some proof that I had really been throughthis Saturday before.. ..” I started but a finger came across my lips before I could continue.“Just make love to me. I found my mom’s toys a couple of years ago and I don’t have a hymen anymore. As you’ve probably guessed, I’ve played with myself before but I want you to be the first man to put his ... his cock in my pussy.” Jennifer looked at me with lust in her eyes. “If you don’t hurry up, I just might have to take matters into my own hands and rape you!” As she said that she showed me a wicked smile and I knew. She loved the idea of going to Bermuda on a whim, and we both managed to get a week off from work.And Bermuda was lovely, as delightful as she remembered, as beautiful as she described. And on our last night there, we were standing on the balcony of our hotel room, watching the sunset, when she turned to me and took both my hands in hers. We were dressed for dinner, enjoying a glass of wine before going down to the restaurant. In her high heels, she was nearly as tall as I. Holding my hands,. ." I know that but do you want him fucking you or me to Laura?" Oh you Steve I want you fucking me and I want you to fuck menow...please...I...have ...to..." I have to know if I am doing it right Laura so I need to know you enjoyit good enough to be my woman and no one else's especially yourhusbands." Ah ...oh... yes I will be your woman I want you to fuck me not that pansyTessa he does not even have a real dick I want you Steve you only you." You promise Laura?" Yes I promise...your woman not.