"The grouch over there is Jake, our other roommate. Ignore him and runaway with me. We can live in Paris, where I will paint portraits for tourists an... you can wash my socks."I looked at Jake, who was glowering at Matt, and decided a little payback was in order. He really should have told me he was my roommate when I checked in. "I've already met Jake. Let me grab my passport and we can be on our way!" Matt." Jake's quiet firm tone brooked no argument this time. I giggled as Matt set me on my. Which is, frankly, everything. Your hips start to rock and you feel yourself getting wetter, your body writhing, your hands clenching the black Egyptian cotton sheets under your head. When he starts to hum against you clit is when you lose it. Your muscles clench and your back arches as you ride out your orgasm, your thighs firmly holding Toms head between them. High-pitched whimpers slide out from between your lips. When its over, Tom is still lapping at you, drinking all of your juices, but. Wooden buildings lined up in neat rows, but there seemed to be only a few streets between them. Those dirt streets were not the familiar pavement streets of their present.He looked over at Janie. Her mouth hung open in shock and awe, a tear streaming down her cheek. Clint could see her body shivering again and he rushed to her side to hold her close. A water tower stood next to a long building in the distance at the far end of town. Beside it were two iron rails stretching off into the distance. After chatting with each other for hours, learning secrets, and sharing our inner most fantasies. We had begun to probe into how much we like traps and crossdressers and he was of course thrilled when I told him how I enjoyed dressing in all sorts of outfits. He expressed how much he loved a big white ass in panties and we laughed.The topic eventually got on to if we wanted to meet up sometime. It happened to be perfect timing for my my birthday was comig up the next weekend, and if he wanted.