Nobody knows.That isn’t what happened. My spaceship hit the quantum singularity, and the next moment I figured that I was knocked out and dreaming.I... this dream or whatever it is, I am sitting in a High School desk, and the kid behind me punches me in the back of the head as hard as he can. To me, what confirms this is a dream is how quickly I respond. I’m a 69-year-old man. I don’t react like a teenager anymore, yet I responded with lightning reflexes. I know how to fight, not just because of. I pulled into her drive at six o’clock on the dot. She lived outside the city in a rural neighborhood. The door opened before I had a chance to knock and Lindsey beckoned me in. She handed me a glass of red wine. “I’m just finishing up dinner,” she said as I followed her into the kitchen.The smell of dinner was enticing and the noise of a busy kitchen filled my senses. She pulled a pan from the oven and motioned for me to follow her. I followed her into the dining area and stopped dead in my. Now that I think about it, there could have been cameras in our rooms, as well! We could have sex tapes coming out on the internet!" Oh no!" groaned Jared. "I never thought about cameras in our rooms!"'What are you worried about? You were alone that night. I didn't sleep with you back then," recalled Naomi."Yeah, I know. I was in a hot tub with five of the sexiest naked women on the planet and I went to bed alone. Don't you think I might have had a little pressure built up that needed release?". Ok their smell, whatever. It wasstill a fond memory because it was in the middle of an orgasm. Nowwhenever I looked at her panties I got a tingle in my groin. I wasgetting a tingle now as I thought about the memories.But, but, but.... But now new costs were being added. I had to prostratemyself before Stephanie and proclaim her exaltedness and my lowliness.And I had to perform servile tasks for her. And the benefit? The benefitso far was her allowing me to touch her thigh. I sighed at the.