I thought for a moment I could hear laughter coming from below, deep in the earth, but was probably just my head wound, which was quite well bandaged ...ut aching, albeit now in a tolerable manner. I wondered which of the surviving miners had found and rescued me, as I now owed him a debt of gratitude and I hoped that he had survived the assault safely underground.The destruction this time seemed fairly permanent, with every single remaining above ground structure torched down to bare earth and. Looking down at his clothes, he saw himself, but yet saw nothing at the same time. Clothes suddenly appeared on him, and his brain registered that nothingness had transformed into something. Feeling a bulge in his sleeve, he reached with his hand and quickly pulled the object out. A small mirror appeared in his hand, and he brought it up to his face to examine his face in the ghostly reflection. Somehow, it appeared he looked different to what he remembered. With hair now blonde, not brown, his. I know my husband is going to be here.... but just in case, is there a more private area we can go?” Jill asked Nick, but was looking at me.“Sure, we have a private room around the corner. Usually it's reserved for private dinner meetings, but it's not booked, so you guys are welcome to it. Go head and go in. I'll be in in about.... ten minutes to check on you.”I snorted.Jill and I walked around the corner of the bar and found the door to the private dining area. It was a really small room,. My hand lightly gripped the still erect staff where it slid easily down its slippery length. At my nose that hand carried no clue as to what substance glossed my husband”s hardness.Bending, I put my nose to my husband's dick, again no clue. Turning my head I looked into Harry”s still smirking face; whatever had occurred, he hadn’t minded one tiny bit.The tip of my tongue lapped the underside of the taut skin of the glans and immediately the familiar saltiness of Harry's seed spread over the.