The scentof his bubble bath still hung in the air, though not as strongly as itclung to his skin. He tucked his below-average genitals back and down,...he way his wife liked them. As he did it, he felt how smooth his crotchwas. Mason was beginning to suspect that, after the laser hair removaltreatments she had gotten him, his modest pubic bush would never growback. He sighed as he dried his hands. Then he inspected his hair.Using his fingers, he fluffed it up. There was enough spray in it. “That could be dangerous, Marty?”“He wants to see the Time Machine, Linda.”“And you told him ... what?”“Maybe, if he can keep the secret I just told him.”“You might just be ... getting smarter? Where are we going next – your place, my place, or back in time?” she asked as I opened the car door for her.“My place, to plan how we are going to keep me from meeting and marrying Jennifer, how’s that sound?” I said as I started the car.Linda reached over to kiss me as I said, “Wait until we are not. I guess my sister was curious to see what I knew about sex and what would happed and I think it really did amuse her. Why she truly did what she did, i'll never know. Unless one day, she decides to share with me what was in her mind. I had a dream about my sister Tuesday night, or should I say Wednesday morning... In my dream, we were at the beach. I don't remember much of the surrounding details but I remember other people being there. My sister and I went to the car, which must have. There was just silence. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do you want my hard cock inside your tight, wet pussy?" "Oh Fuck Yeah, "She whispered lustfully. "But I have never cheated on my husband. It would be so damn wrong to go any farther." I took my hard cock in my left hand and guided the head about halfway inbetween her pussy lips. "Oh My God, No," she whispered. "I have never cheated on my husband." I slowly pulled the head back out. Her ass was still moving back and forth, just dry.