Ms. Osilio, this is very real.and you are now in the 23rd century." "I don't believe it." "Look for yourself.there should be a mirror in your apartmen...." I turned on a lamp next to my bed. I found the room decorated in some kind of futuristic art-deco type design. Then suddenly I remembered going to pick out all the furniture and how this was a "modern" trendy style. I walked over to the mirror with the phone in hand. The image reflected was of an Asian woman in her late-twenties. "I..I.I'm. She buried her head in his chest, nuzzling at the hair there. In a small, lost voice she said, "I love you too, Stan. But I love Laney, and Suse..." I know, I know. Come on, let's get dressed. You can see Elaine at work today, and check up on how things are."That things would be awkward became immediately clear. Elaine looked up, saw Denise walking in with Stan behind her, and said — nothing. Her mouth opened, but no words emerged.Denise looked, and saw immediately that things weren't going to. She would have imprints of his fingers there when she undressed later on that night. Thrusting into her, his grunts filled the quiet office. His legs taking the strain, he quickened his pace, fucking deep inside her on each thrust. His cock covered in her juice slid in and out easily, forcing himself deeper until he felt that familiar barrier inside. He was in his own world now, the mist had descended and all he wanted to do was cum. He pummelled her cunt hard, staying inside her, his cock. My groomsmen and I were standing at the gondola dock at 2:00. Julie and her bridesmaids came down from some hidden room to meet us. Julie was wearing an eggshell colored off-shoulder dress with a very delicate pattern, almost identical in color and thus only visible up close. It was tight-fitting and showed lovely décolletage, it then loosened at her waist and was free-flowing at its base, a couple of inches above the knee. Her hair was up, and she was wearing lovely white high-heeled sandals.