My future counterpart had placed his car in the 'between', and pulled it through time, to boot. Which meant I should be able to do it, as well. So I p...acticed placing heavier and heavier loads into the between. I could see this was going to take some time.Days turned into weeks, and then months. I was more than recovered, and I was stronger mentally than ever. I was able to shift myself with the car to preset points; but going into the past with it, was not going well. I had a very short range. Me: I again replied with a simple answer NO. She: nowadays you are staying in my house most of the time. Why?Me: (i realized that she got noticed me watching her boobs regularly) Nothing like that I don’t have any work, so I am sitting here and I can watch movies which I like. At home, they won’t allow me to watch movies.She: Really, is that the reason?Me: (I sensed that topic is diverting to my sexual looks at her) that’s it, no other reason and I escaped from there.After a week a new movie. ”“Who was it?” I asked.“What’s it matter?” she asked rhetorically. “You’re not going to know him. Just some guy I met.”“What happened to him?”“It couldn’t last,” she said. “He was older. I couldn’t bring him home to the parents. Especially not my mom. There wasn’t a future.”I nodded to let her know I understood. I didn’t need the details. I kissed her again. I reached under her loose flannel shirt and felt her tit. I pulled at the cup of her bra so I could touch her hard nipple. That. It was their loss, they reasoned. After all, they were both drop dead gorgeous and they knew it. Since she had begun studying the precepts of female domination, Donna carried herself with total confidence. Becky was a younger version of her mother. Perhaps the only difference was her hair and eyes, which were both brown as opposed to dark like her mother's. Becky had beautiful full lips. Her athletic, yet feminine figure looked amazing in a pair of jeans. They joked that she was the.