The older woman could tell that Miranda was making her very, very wet indeed: her pussy felt full of fingers, and yet firm and smooth -- almost as if ...he was being fucked with a toys. Now, Miranda was pulling her fingers out, rubbing the woman's juices in between her legs, spreading them along her crack towards her bum.The teacher licked Helene's clitoris, feeling the blonde girl's body shudder with pleasure. She knew neither of them would last long: Miranda's fingertips were now circling her. When did the job become more important than Byron? Strangely, it was when she began to lose faith. The less she trusted her work, the more important it became. A weird inverse relationship had developed and she was being sucked into its vortex. She felt wasted. Useless. When was the last time she ravished Byron for the sake of love? She had trouble liking herself anymore. There was a knock on the door that woke her from her thoughts. More problems she thought. ‘Come in,’ she called out. Sam. I will speak to Alex and persuade him that I am his ally, and I want ye burned. Believe me Regan, this is a ruse, and nothing more.’ I started to nod and stopped. Regan? He called me Regan? Tears welled in my eyes and I wanted to just lay down and cry my heart out. He did know. He knew that I was from the future. And he didn’t want to kill me. More than that, he still wanted to be with me. ‘This is my home, Cien. This time. I am not going back to 2007. I won’t.’ He touched me gently again, my. Mr H stood as Jakes best man and several of his college friends sat as his family. His grandfather had already left us to join his sweet Mary on the other side earlier in the year. Jake had cried in my arms all night. I held him close and whispered my love to him until he slept. After our wedding we had a big reception with lots of love and laughter. Many wonderful toasts to our happy future and many silly ones too. Jake and I dance together all night. Every dance but one. Mr O swirled me.