The English Manor house

I found myself staring into a raging fire contained with the man sized fire place. I was bared ass naked and sitting atop a guy's dick. Correct that I was sitting atop Steve's dick and there was man sized engagement ring resting on third finger. Not only that but I was about to cum big time.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned aloud emptying my lungs into the chilled air of this English manor house. What with the memories flooding in and the orgasm sweeping out it was double rush the likes of which I had never known.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned a second time as I fell forward and passed out.

I woke up to the realization I was laying face down atop Steve's chest, his member, still erect, was still buried in my pussy and we were bundled together beneath a soft blanket.

“Hi, baby,” he chuckled realizing I was awake.

“Damn,” I growled. They were a bit vague, but I now had access to the memories of the last three months. They were wonderful of an amazing affair that started that same night I stepped through the mirror. An amazing which climaxed with Steve sliding a family heirloom and asking me to be his bride. They were wonderful memories but for the fact I hadn't lived them. It was someone drilled a tap hole in my skull and poured the memories in.

“Damn,” I growled again. My memories told me Steve was like a steam engine, once started he would likely keep on going till the cock crowed. Still lying beneath me his hips began rocking up driving his long hard rod into the farthest reaches of my pussy. Damned if my body wasn't already responding to his man machine's wants. The guy certainly knew how to rock my boat.

Rising back up to a sitting position I smiled down at him. “Give it to me, baby,” I laughed, “Give me all you got.” Another memory dropped in place. We were trying to have a baby because Steve needed a son to carry on the family name. We'd been trying for the last two months.

Reaching up to brush a loose hair away from my face I realized that damn mirror was resting at arm's length just off to my right. Reaching out my fingers brushed its surface and ...