But we were not naked and all of the clothes I wore, they are elsewhere, and I wear a fresh set of armour today, not imbued with her scent. And my ski... was cleansed of my experience. So how do I explain?Her scent lingers still, and my flesh once again becomes firm. Can she sense that from where she is? Does she too imagine the flesh, my flesh or her own, as part of this twisting of time, where yesterday becomes today, and where past becomes present and future? Does she control time to that. This day was a Wednesday and as I walked in her friend, Audrey, was sat with her in the kitchen they were talking away. I’d been there around fifteen minutes when the phone rang, as grandma came off it she said “I’ll have to go to the shop I’ll be about an hour, you know where everything is Audrey make yourself at home”. Grandma was managing a charity shop. As she left I sat opposite Audrey and she was telling me about herself. She was 67, been widowed for six years but before her husband was a. " His head was still spinning at the sudden fantasy of them getting together back home, of continuing to see her back in his real life. It was foolish, but he wanted to see how it might work."Does it matter? I'm yours, at least for this weekend." She kissed his neck before relaxing her grip on him.Released at last, Zach withdrew from her body and disposed of the condom in the trash next to the bed. Then he rolled back to stare at her face. She was flushed pink, but her eyes were clear and. . and a physical reaction to anal stimulation. I flushed once again and suddenly, faster than I ever remembered, I was in the caught breath,turning red as a beet,raising my butt off the bed,all muscles tensed mode of... DEEP ORGASM.I felt my eyes roll back into darkness and felt my pussy flex in ejaculation. I looked in time to see a stream shoot from my pussy over my fingers causing it to splay to both of my legs. It was a good squirt and felt incredible. It was definitely the best and biggest.