”John looked at me and with a southern accent said with great solemnity. “I got you bro.”“And I got you.” We nodded, he took drink orders an... left.Melissa looked at me. “Did you just dude bro bond with the waiter?”I did my one arm shrug. “He’s seen shit, I’ve seen shit. You gotta take care of each other.”“He’s seen shit?” That, surprisingly, was Linda.“Waiting. Being a waiter is rough. I let him know what I wanted. Now he takes care of me, I take care of him.”“When have you seen shit?” Linda. "This is too crazy, but Ireckon a time machine isn't any crazier than a body-swap machine, andassuming either one is possible, they have to eventually be miniaturizedto handheld size..." Maybe we can go over to my apartment, and spy on the guy who took mybody. When he comes in and out, we can note the exact time, and thenlater on we can use the time machine to jump to that time when he isabout to be there, and catch him by surprise, use the swap machine onhim, and then jump away again..." It. "You know Peter, I have always wondered what it would be like to fuck you. When Eddie fucks me, I think of you. I imagine you shooting your seed deep inside my cunt."Her words were having an effect. My recently neglected cock was growing hard at a languid pace. "My cunt is really wet Peter. She took my hand, worked at closing all my fingers against my palm except for the middle finger. "Slide it into me baby ...please." I couldn't resist. I slid my finger in between her swollen lips. . She was wearing a bra, a tight shirt, and a pair of boy-shorts. I got her to the middle of the bed, spread her legs, got between them and started pulling her panties off. She resisted a little. “What are you doing? I’m clean and I need to get ready.” She said.“Trust me, this won’t take long, I promise,” I said.“Ok, what?” she asked, letting me take her panties off and spreading her legs again.“Play with your pussy, spread it open and talk dirty like you did last night while I jerk off,” I.