It's my salty cum,it tastes like subtley flavored soup stock, like celery and salt.I can still smell pineaplle on my finger as I dip into my cunt and ...ring my finger to my face.My finger is coated in slick juice. The suds run over it and onto my palm.I slide the finger into my mouth,letting the cum slide off onto my tongue and lips.My bath water is getting cold.My clitoris twinges as if I need to pee.I kneel down into the warm bath water.It laps delicately at my thighs and upper arms.My nipples. It is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on or enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here.We were married almost immediately after our cross-country road trip was over. I called my oldest daughter and her and her husband joined your two children and their spouses for the ceremony which really was a simple affair. We dressed in our finery–you in a medium length white dress with a lot of. “Very lovely. If you weren’t here to be punished, I’d feel obliged to reward you, baby. Keep that in mind. “My heart fluttered, my thoughts leaping ahead, visions of showing up on Mrs. Vandermeer’s doorstep dressed in the scantiest lingerie I could afford, parading through the house like a tart, just to earn her smile, her praise. “Yes, Mistress.” Heat crept through my cheeks as I lowered my eyes, staring at her firmly planted feet, enduring the silence that followed, not daring to say more.. I appeared back in Doc’s basement, where he was sitting reading the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.He smiled at me as I got out asking, “How long was I gone, anyway?”“Less than three minutes in real time - time is one of those things that we’ve labeled incorrectly,” Doc answered. “I have calculated a 97th of a second drag in current time for every hour traveling through time!”Not understanding what he meant, I handed him the key fob, but he said, “Keep it - I have more of them. So, who did you meet.