" "Maybe it's better if you don't say anything at all." Nodding, she said, "Maybe for right now, but later, after I've had a chance to think and figur... it all out, I'd like an opportunity to try to explain. Could I do that Frankie?" "Yes, but it will have to be later." "Okay, thank you Frankie." "Katie, I have to go. This is hard for me. I can't do it any more." "I understand. Frankie, I really do love you." "I know, I love you too Katie." I turned and walked out of the bedroom. Dana and Dave,. She sat on the bed next to him and kissed him, this time with no shame, fear or inhibition. Putting her hand between his legs, she pulled out his prick and began to fondle it as usual. As she did so, she felt his hands touching her breasts through the rough cloth of her habit. She let out a soft gasp, but his touch made her shiver delightfully. Encouraged by the fact that she hadn’t pulled his hand away, he began to squeeze them. His prick swelled up even quicker than usual in her hands, and. “What year is it? And where are we traveling to?”“Why, it is the year of our Lord 932, and we ride for the castle you see in the distance. That is Camelot.”Camelot!? This is crazy… am I dreaming?Dave tried to sort through this series of events, grasping for any sort of a rational explanation for what had happened to him, but none came to mind. He could be dreaming, but he had never had a dream this real before, not even in his wildest fantasies. He supposed that pulling the arrow out of that. I was actually beginning to wonder if my wife was getting it someplace on the side, and maybe that's what was making her so hot. I couldn't very well blame her; after all, as long as my secretary, her name is Jeane, can still fit under my desk, who gives a shit if she can type. As long as she can suck my dong dry, that's enough for her pay scale. And with little Megan the receptionist for an alternate - that's little Megan with the big asshole - it's a wonderful life.The beauty of fucking.