One of the things that always puzzled me when I read do-over stories was the butterfly effect. Supposedly, any change in a reality could affect—some...imes adversely—the entire world. A butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil or something and the eventual result is a typhoon in Japan. The stories I’d read all had protagonists who went back to their own timelines with the knowledge of everything that would happen in the next thirty to fifty years. I always wondered how Tom winning a longshot ticket on. Then, as the waist band past over the head of my dick, it popped up like spring steel. Maggi gasped, and nobody said anything.Maggi said, “It’s so pretty!”I said, “No, boys are not pretty. If anything, it looks hot.”Ellie laughed and Maggi said, “Sorry- hot.”I said, “Okay, you have had your fun, time to cover up.”Both protested, and I said, “Well, I’m not going to be the only one naked out here.”They looked at each other, and Ellie said, “Well, it’s only fair.”They both took their bottoms off. I want you to tell me what you think,” said Ann. Ann approached the fitting room area with Jack in tow right behind her. “How many clothes do you have?” asked the lady behind the desk.“Eight,” responded Ann. They lady gave Ann the number eight signifying that she had eight articles of clothing inside the changing room stall. Ann walks in behind a curtain and follows the hallway as it bends to the left for more privacy. She glances around to see all the stall doors are open indicating no one is. She started moving back and forth, making some soft moans as my fingers brushed her wet pussy lips."Oh, little Victor… you are making Auntie feel so good…! ".So then I guessed what she wanted and started to rub two fingers inside her; in and out, in good rhythm with her own movements... Her whole body suddenly shook as she had an intense orgasm. And then she felt onto my chest, totally relaxed. Then Paula stood right and she smiled at me.She made me take my hand off from her wet cunt and she.