This had all happened to me. It was no dream and I was not inside someone's head seeing their world, like in the film "Being John Malkovich". I put do...wn the toilet seat, (Joe may have been a great lover, but he was still a typical man) dropped my fresh pair of panties that I had thrown on and sat down. There I sat. An almost home-wrecking, no-longer-virgin. Although the home that I had almost wrecked was my own. I had been sitting here for about half an hour probably, I was really not sure. I. The Caribbean trip had been to meet with a potential customer, a chap called Steve Glennis. No, he wasn't planning on using his purchases to start a new sugar plantation. I'll let you guess what he wanted them for but here's a hint. They were all young. They were all women.Daphne just seemed like another potential client when we spoke on the flight. My first thought was that she seemed pretty greedy as she sat next to me stuffing her face with snacks. But, since it seemed likely that would. Fifteen years and a dozen girlfriends later, Bill still missed Brenda. Missed her warmth and... the joy it brought him just to be near her. Missed her laughter and her squeals of pleasure when she came. Missed her. Ached for her.The statuette ended up on the pillow next to him that night when he drifted off to sleep. Somehow, it felt like it belonged there. And he had such vivid dreams. He was making love to Brenda. She was stretched full length on top of him, and he relished the feel of her. She emitted a small cry of dismay believing his cock head was going to abandon her secret place. He stopped, checked his grip on the slim hips before him then thrust forward, hard, fast and deep. The virgin yelped in surprise, grunted as he drove into her most private part then sighed as he paused before withdrawing, just enough to drive back into her once more. The Piper wasn't gentle. He wasn't making love to the Burghermiester's daughter he was fucking her. Taking her as a young virgin and.