The nipples were big and stood out an inch. The aureoleswere large and dark, as big around as oranges - maybe even bigger, likegrapfruits.They swelle... on my chest and moved as I breathed.Large and firm, I felt their weight pressing down on my chest.Looking between them I saw nothing.Not really nothing, but there was nothing at my crotch. I saw no dick.I did see the beautiful woman with grey eyes looking at me - the samewoman who just a moment before - in my dream - had been sucking me. I waited impatiently for the water to warm, anticipating the glorious sensation of properly clean skin. Soon the fire had heated the room, and I glanced toward the bed where Erich lay, making sure he was still asleep. In the darkness, I began to peel away my layers of wrinkled clothing. First I removed the bodice of my frock, then the skirt. Next came the slip and petticoat, then the stockings and drawers. Finally, I removed my brassiere and unpinned my hair so that it fell around my shoulders.. She did not have an orgasm either. However Cassandra and Desiree made sure that she had three orgasms as they worked on her afterwards. They wanted her to remember it as a good time rather than as torture. She thanked all five of us for an interesting experience. Tiffany said that I might be the only boy to ever fuck her ass, so she hoped that I had enjoyed it. I told her that I had and that it was special because she didn’t stop me. Laughingly she said that she couldn’t with Bob trying to. .. it figures, Mr. Wetherall, it figures. Good bye."Life pretty much returned to normal for Jonathon. By the second week he'd managed to successfully delete all thought of 'Jane' from his mind.In some ways she reminded him of his ex-fiancé, smart-mouthed, too sure of herself and arrogant. Sue had finally been one over because Jonathon's wit and sarcasm exactly matched hers. By the end of the 'sword-crossing' they would dissolve in laughter and wrestle on the bed and then... But 'Jane'.