Susan had on a thigh high black leather mini and a purple tank top that showed off her sexy belly button. She figured they'd be more likely to let som...thing slip, and she could learn something useful. Tonight was supposed to be light information gathering only--no real contact. Too bad it didn't work out that way. Too bad.Susan wasn't really good at talking to men. You can't blame her really. After all she was a lesbian. Oh she knew they were attracted to her body, but she didn't understand. The playing died down but the laughter kept coming, which brought a smile to Alex's face."Do you remember these times fondly, Alex?"Surprised Alex looked around but was unable to determine where the voice came from or whom it belonged to. Giving up looking for it he responded "Yes, I remember. These were the best of times. I wish I could go back." Why would you do that?" it said in a surprised voice. "Why would you go back to the past when there is more for you in the future?"Choking up a. I’m not sure either would be any worse than my actual experience.I was dying of COVID-19 thanks to the Corona-virus. No one here knows anything about it. Hell, no one here knows about SARS, the Ebola epidemic in Africa, or a myriad of things I was very familiar with. Maybe this is a dream as I die, but whatever it is, I find myself transported from April of 2020 back to June 19th, 1991. I’ve gone from being a 64-year-old man to a 14-year-old young woman.When I woke up, I found myself in a. As we get to the end of the lane there is a very large house at the top of the hill. It is an old Victorian mansion with beautiful grounds. Pulling up to the front door, I can see the place is already in full swing, as we get out to let the valet park for us. When we enter through the front door, Leah is almost floored. The place is really beautiful and alive with kinky friends. There is a live band and dance floor in the great room off to the right, and on the left, a large open room filled.