Groundhog Day
As the train pulled out of the station on the ride home from yet another Groundhog Day at work, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to drift, once again, to my fantasy lover - my wife Julie’s sister, Helen. Her auburn hair, her gorgeous smile with that flirty glint in her eye, her pert boobs, her flat stomach, her curvy bum, her long, slim legs ... I began my favourite fantasy, and as I started to undress her in my mind, I imagined I could smell her perfume... Don’t get me wrong - this was...