“That is soooo terrific. I love how you feel inside me honey. Yes oh fuck yes” she screamed out as they pumped at one another’s body and she org...asmed once and then once again. This went on for god knows, twenty some minutes, and then he did it. He came inside her. She did not care. It all felt way, way too good to be true. She was in love with him. Nothing happened. She didn’t conceive but it was a chance she took that night as the two of them made wonderfully exciting love to each other. They. Unlike the first time when each step had been taken slowly, this time they were all over each other and very soon two blouses were undone and two bras dragged off two pairs of tits."God Brenda, I have been longing to get back to you," said Christine as she caressed one of her lover's ample breasts."And I have been wanting you so bad Chrissy," said Brenda, using the name that Christine had asked her to use.Wine was consumed in between kisses although Christine in particular was not used to. Whether the W-Dimension's continuum of possible values extended forever we had no idea about, but it obviously had at least four possible instances, and almost certainly far more.As déjà vu still worked across the W-Dimension, did that mean that déjà vu plus dying would work again? If I died during another déjà vu would I merge and have four minds? Did I want four minds? How much better than two would having four be? Was it worth the risk? If it was worth the risk, how could we do it? Oh. This flashing incident not only turned him on but did me as well, I couldn’t believe how wet I became beneath my dress and later that evening we stopped the car down a country track and he took me from behind whilst I spread myself across the bonnet with my skirt round my waist. I kept thinking in the weeks afterwards of how I had enjoyed the possibility of being seen and last night whilst my husband was out I took the flashing to a level I would not have dared to a few months ago. We live not.