Let me ask you this. Let’s say I were to choose to go back into my original reality. The one where Charlie and Greg are now dead. AND, if I were to ...hange the past some more, or again, wouldn’t I just be creating yet another reality?”Why was she grinning?“Yes. BUT, since you don’t currently HAVE a reality to be in, you’d only create another reality if you changed something in the PAST of that reality...”I just might be ‘fucked-struck’, but an idea suddenly popped into my little pea-brain. I. As his tongue probed along her full, freshly painted lips, she felt the groan escape her throat. When he released her mouth she felt herself falling into the sparkling pools of his glittering eyes. She whispered. “You can’t keep doing this to me.” “You want me to do it.” His voice was a quiet, gravelly rumble that sent shivers up her spine. “You need me to do it.” “No,” she protested, her voice little more than a whisper. “I can’t. I have responsibilities. A meeting.” He unbuttoned the three. They were both good-looking guys and had dressed nicely for the night. I waived to them and they came over to our table. I introduced them to Amy as friends of mine and asked them to join us. Each one bought a round of drinks to celebrate Amy's birthday as we chatted. It was a little more than Amy was used to drinking and, as planned, she was getting a little giddy. We took turns taking her out on the floor to dance and I could see the guys getting a quick little feel a couple of times. I. Wicked images of my mother doing unthinkable things with me were getting me hotter and hotter, and my sinful urge to cum to those images was building fast as Vicky stroked my cock with outstanding talent."Just think what it would feel like to slide this big hard cock you have deep inside your mommy's warm wet pussy."My mind pictured Mom lying on her back with her legs spread wide; I was lining my cock up to penetrate her for the first time and could hear her say, "Take me," just as the tip of.