“I suppose I should have written it chronologically. I wrote down a series of facts; most of them haven’t happened yet.”Rachel asks, “What is ...his all about?”I tell her, “I wrote a letter and had Dahlia mail it to herself. You can see the date on the postal stamp. The letter is just what happened the last time it was 1989. I haven’t changed events enough, so everything there should come true.”I hand the newspapers to Carol, telling her, “In the February 19th paper look up the Daytona 500.. She stepped back from her companion, her fingers reaching behind... finding the zipper and sliding it down. The dress pooled at her feet and her Alabaster skin glowed in the soft room light.She was naked beneath the dress. Her companions’ hands caressed her and she turned... as if to present herself to her admirer outside.Lips brushed her nipples and her fingers pulled at his head.... down, across her stomach, his face stopping at her mound of soft blonde hair. Her back arched... her head. "Yeeeeees," she yelled out as his skilled manipulations of her pleasure points brought her again closer and closer to cumming again, and then completed the journey when he sucked hard on her clit. Her back arched as she screamed. "Don't stop, please, don't stop," she begged, and he was happy to oblige, licking and sucking her to several more orgasms before flopping over on the bed to rest his mouth.She moved down, bringing her face close to his rock hard dick. She gave it a tentative lick, then. “Wow sir, this juice is making me all tingly sir” she sighed softly as she took another gulp, “Mmm so nice sir” she sighed as I moved closer.. “Can you see alright sir; do you like it sir?” she asked as I got on my knees behind her so her lovely rear end was just inches from my face, I could feel the warmth and the sight between her legs with a few black hairs sprouting from her gusset was forcing my cock to throb.She put her arms over the back of the sofa and rested her head as the effects of.