Her pert butt was all splotched from my hands and as she writhed I could see her anus all glistening and pulsing. I couldn’t resist the temptation a...d bent forward. Jamie gasped and moaned afresh when I held her buttocks apart and sucked on the pulpy ring, still twitching from her orgasm. Her sphincter weakly gripped my tongue as she went through the death throes, then her arse went slack. I gave it a good workout, pumping lots of saliva in for the action that was still to come.I sat back on my. ’ ‘That is the background for what begins as essentially an amusing ‘fish out of water’ story of people from the future trying to adapt to living in the present of the story.’ ‘So you can’t stay serious for long, is that it?’ ‘No, although one of my maxims is that the day that I lose my desire to learn and my sense of humour then it is time for me to shuffle off this mortal coil because life has become meaningless. My second novel is a murder mystery with a twist.’ ‘Most murder mysteries have. "I think we have some unfinished business dont we" she said leaning back against the door.Her hard breasts pressed against her shirt indicating that she wasn't wearing a bra.She then unbuttoned her shirt , got up on her knees, moved up and give me a kiss. Just like before Bernie was the aggressor ,she pushed me against the door and started kissing me. I was trapped by her again but this time I didn't mind and kissed her back. As we kissed I fondled her big hanging breasts while her tongue. I take you by the hand, pulling you from the couch as we head to the bedroom. I bite your wrist playfully, and lick the palm of your hand as we go. The movie is long forgotten at this point.I have plans for you, my dear...something we’ve only talked about slightly before.I get on my knees in front of you, undoing your pants, and in a moment of passion, skip the lead-up and tear your boxers down with them. My reward...the most beautiful, thickest, largest cock I’ve ever been around.I can see.