And he’d made her laugh. Amber, who Vicki and Martin Rochester knew would die in a three-car wreck on Interstate 40 near Memphis in 1998 in a triple...fatal wreck killing a scientist and a minister, ran her tongue along Jason-Jimmy’s erection and spread her legs. But it was 1989, and Amber didn’t know of her time-traveling neighbors. All she knew was she wanted love, and had found some lust along the way. She teased her wetness as two fingers launched an invasion on her clit and pussy. She loved. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another man step up the urinal next to me. It was Jay. Jay smiled and made eye contact with me while he unzipped his trousers and reached in… Jay hauled out that amazing cock that I had been thinking about the last few hours. It was a beautiful site to see. Thick and black soft flesh with heavy veins running along the shaft. He let it hang down and out in the light right next to me. Jay is what I call a “show-er” versus a “grower.” The show-ers usually have. All the time I was taking my medicine like a good girl my penis andtesticles would get erect at the thought of what was happening to me butat the same time I was horrified that there seemed no way to return tobeing a boy again. When I would come looking at myself in the mirror I'dfeel very guilty at the thought that this was not going to be an end Iwould enjoy. I hoped and preyed that someone would see that thisshouldn't happen to me but sadly no one did and it seemed to be taking apath that I. That's not all. He then undoes the ribbon that ties the crotchof the panties closed. He puts a clip on each of my tender, inner pussy lips.These clips are attached to strings and deep sea fishing weights just likethe nipple clips. He then lays the strings over the horizontal wooden bar atthe foot of the bed that is attached to the canopy posts. Sometimes he willtake an ice cube or two and rub them on my clitoris and then insert them intomy vagina. Other times he has put a clothes pin on my.