I recently turned twenty-six. I’m a tall, curvy redhead. And I’m bi.My steady girlfriend of the past eight years is a short, small-breasted brunet...e named Tina. We met during our first week in college. I made the first move on Tina, who I thought - and still think – is the most beautiful and sensuous woman I’ve ever seen.Tina said no.She came back the next day and told me she had dreamt a very wet erotic dream about me the night before, and she wanted to change her no to a yes.Tina and I have. ”“OK, this is totally out of line, but will you tell me what you did?”“Got laid,” I said honestly.She laughed, “You actually went up there, stood face to face with the priest, and told him you had sex?”“I did, but I wasn’t face-to-face with the priest. I was face-to-face with the icon of Christ, thus standing before HIM with the priest there as my witness.”“Wait, you don’t confess to the priest?”“Nope. Directly to God. The priest is only there as a witness.”“And he forgave you for having. I had done better than our target. It made both of us happy. We were about to say goodbye. We both stood up and she hugged me. I felt like electricity going through my body and I got a bigger erection than earlier. It was big enough to touch her crotch area.Before anyone would say anything, I took a risk. I tightened my hug and also kissed her on her lips. She didn’t resist, in fact, she also tightened her hug and kissed me back harder. My hands started moving all over her body and feeling her. “You have all commented on how much I’ve changed since the accident. The reason is that when I came to, someone else’s memories flooded into my head. They were from some man named Jacob Greene who will die in 2011. Just don’t ask me how that works, okay?“The day after the car accident, I cooked an omelet for Amy for breakfast and then fixed dinner that night. As Amy so eloquently commented, before the accident I would burn toast if I tried to make it. Jacob Greene’s memories of the rigors of.