Jenny (In my dreams, I am Jenny, a human female of twenty-eight years, recently married and desperately trying to start a family with the help of her new husband Jason. Jason, as human males go, is quite sexy. He's thirty-three, six-two, and georgeous. He has a desk job, but works out in the gym. In bed, those muscles make him the best lay Jenny's ever had. Jenny loves feeling a strong man hold her in his firm grip while forcing his member inside her. Long legs, high narrow waist, curves everywhere! He could still see just a peek of lace above the vee of her open neck blouse, reminding him with a shiver of the more substantial look he had been afforded earlier.As they moved a few rows closer he could make out her name tag: Celeste – Senior Flight Attendant. Wow! Senior? She looked maybe twenty-five, but she said something weird about twelve years on the job, so she must be at least thirty. And Vicky's boss, too.There was only one aisle on.Read More