Something weird is happening to ourmemories." I think it's more than just our memories," I said. "We're acceptingourselves as normal until someone el...e notices something odd about us. Doeither of you notice anything different about me? And another thing --where are we?"They studied me carefully, and I studied our surroundings.After a minute or so Tracy shook her head. "I haven't noticed anythingchanged about you, except... I can't quite remember. Were you wearingthose three different plaids. " I whispered, my voice soft and assuring, hoping she did not see through me. Truth be told, I had no clue what it was that was just outside my bedroom door, but I was certain that it was nothing normal.~~~I reached to the floor to pull on my jeans, pausing only to zip them. A short trip to my dresser aided me my handgun, and I slowed my way to the door. My eyes were steady, cold against that which was not yet seen. Cautiously I placed my hand upon the knob of the door, twisted, and then came. It seems that good drinking water was a very valuable product and the lady who own the store had a very good business. She was at the store when we arrived. This lad was in her late 50’s and in good shape. Tight pants and no bra told me that she was fit but her constant sexual talk told me she was horny. She confided in me that her last boyfriend, an Englishman, had left her well off. While talking she kept touching me and calling me love or lover. My lady friend was gone to speak with her. The warm, tight, hugging feeling of her vagina was heavenly. It seemed to grip my cock, holding on tight to it. The contours of her vagina intensified the feeling, as I increased the speed of my thrusts a little. My balls swung to a fro, every now and then slapping her ass. She layed there, digging her nails into my arms, writhing around in ecstasy.My rhythm changed. Now, each thrust was deep, powerful and forceful. Slow, but hard hitting. I pulled my cock all the way out and then slammed it.