" She closed her eyes willing the image back. Nothing. "I think it was a woman though. That's more of a feeling than anything. It looked like the broa...ch was attached to some folds of deep blue velvet." You're sure it was attached?" Yes, the broach was upright. There was shadow at the bottom." Hmm. Okay, well that's a start. When did you have this recollection?" It happened during the night about a week ago. I woke up and well, I thought I'd had a dream actually. I'm still not sure if it was a. It seemed to me that as my hands got lower down her body that her hips were moving around a little. But that could have been my imagination too.Skipping passed the towel I moved down to her legs. I wanted to get in a position where I could look up that towel and see if I could get a look at her pussy. Starting at her feet I worked up her calves and then to her knees. One leg at a time I worked them and as I did I very carefully moved them apart from the other giving me a little glimpse to her. Her arousal and the slickness of their combined juices meant the was nearly no resistance to his entry and his easily buried his sword in her up to its hilt. She felt the deep penetration and gasped as his manhood bottomed out deep within her, pressing against her cervix. The tingling from her previous orgasms still present and the fullness from his girth felt as she surrendered to him completely, not that she could or wanted to hold him back. He had control of her legs and thighs dictating. I guess he knew you’d always come back to him.”“Always,” I whispered. Even in the previous life, I couldn’t remember, when I would go to Marissa behind his back, I would return to him.“Well, I like your husband. I think...” She smiled. “I think this will work out. The three of us will be happy. He’s going to get bigamy legalized. I believed him when he told me.””“So, how long have you two been talking?” I asked.“Two weeks or so,” she said. Her new reality was one I didn’t remember. “He wants.