“How old was Terry’s brother when this happened?” enquired Janine with growing interest.“Hmm, he’s seven years younger than Terry and five y...ars younger than me.” Jane did the mental arithmetic. “So, when this happened, he’d have been nineteen, I think.”“So, you dirty little scrubber,” whooped Janine. “You’re his MILF fantasy.”“What are you like, Janine?” retorted Jane between giggles. Then she looked pensive. “Suppose I am, aren't I? Fuck, who would have thought it? Me, someone's MILF fantasy.. I was able to turn my head and see that I was hooked up to a monitor that was showing my pulse and breathing and blood pressure, and it was obvious that I was in a hospital bed. A nurse was down at the end, and she was talking to somebody on a phone. And my wife was there. Marilyn was sitting in a chair staring at me and crying. What happened? Was I dead, and I was now in some out-of-body experience watching people hover around my corpse?“What happened?” I tried to say it again, but it was just. My fingers felt like fluttering butterflies floating down my body till I reached my clit. I began circling it, moaning louder. I could feel the tingling sensations getting stronger, my fingers circling; faster. I knew I was cumming; my pussy and fingers were wet through. My thighs spread wide as my hips bucked, making the bed squeak as I came. Thinking, 'would I get the same feelings when my daddy fucked me, taking my virginity. Oh Daddy, yesss, fuck me harder,' I murmured.When I had calmed. ’ Our flirting made it obvious to those who were in doubt. Since some of our shifts started at 7am to get the pool ready for the guests, some days we would get off work around 3. As I mentioned in the previous story, both the resort and where Tracy lived were pretty far from town, but luckily it was in the same direction so Tracy’s house was about 10 minutes from the resort. I did not think about it at the time, but apparently Tracy had, that her mom would not be home until at least 6 every.