Chapter 242

• I emphatically told her it was wrong, and that I had made a mistake. Everything that had happened this evening was an alcohol induced fantasy that was way out there. She and I both passed out asleep in each others arms a half hour later. As the night passed, I woke her three times entering and fucking her thinking about my fantasy.
• The last time I woke, I had her legs spread as wide as I could about to come, when she asked "Is that you fucking me or Henry?"
• By this time, I didn't have any lie left in me regarding my fantasy, I was utterly spent, yet the psychotic fantasy was still with me. I watched the sun peek through the port hole of our cabin when I said "Tell me again about Henry coming inside you."