I heard her moan as I thrust upward and arched my back. It felt like my insides were being pulled through the head of my cock, sucked out by Lisa. My ...trength seemed to desert me all at once. Lisa smiled at me, licking her lips and my manhood like a cat. Then she slid up and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on her lips but it didn’t matter. ‘You taste so good. I didn’t realize how much I had missed the taste of my lover.’ Her eyes took on a seductive look. ‘More?’ she asked in an innocent. “You and Mutti Frida are here rather than my Col and his mother. That’s a small difference, I suppose, and there have been quite a few other small differences.”I took a deep, calming breath. “But the failed assassination of Kennedy is a really big one. I can see that you being here might just be irrelevant to the future but I can’t see how Kennedy living won’t change the future.”“Does it really matter, Willi, if the future is not the one you know?”“Yes, it really might. You see, in my world, in. The news that someone in his camp had tried to alert the enemy of his presence had eaten at him since Genrico had shown him the note. He had kept the news from his closest advisers, choosing to try to watch his soldiers himself and ferret out who the spy might be. He realized during the rearward trek that it was a losing proposition from the outset. He had more than 300 men in the camp – and 50 or so women who had followed their husbands or fathers or brothers on the march. He had tried to get. When the agent had been showing me around I had noticed that the back door had no lock on it and had been surprised that vandals or squatters hadn’t got into the place. Helen became even more nervous when I opened it and we went inside but quickly calmed down when I explained. ‘I didn’t say anything before because I didn’t want to disappoint you – but I’ve had an agent looking around for a house or apartment for us.’ I said. ‘I don’t know that we can afford this place, so don’t get your hopes.