To my surprise, one fateful day answered all of my questions. It started like any other Saturday afternoon of unbelievable sex and I mean that in a go...d way, as it always was unbelieveable. She was on top and was in a particularly rowdy mood, yelling at me to fuck her with my rock hard dick. As her excitement grew, I told her that we needed to order a vibrator so I could rub it on her clit and then slowly slide it into her ass while I fucked her. I watched her face melt in pleasure at the. T. E. Lawrence of the British Royal Army." Sherman adjusted the controls and we stepped into the Wayback Machine (my own invention, by the way) and in less time than it takes to tell it we were standing outside Lieutenant Lawrence's personal quarters. I knocked on the door and a voice inside bade us enter. We were soon in the presence of the illustrious army officer."I say, chaps! How do I look?" Lt. Lawrence said. Sherman and I stood there aghast at what we saw."You look lovely," I finally. Back at the apartment, the chilled wine forming small beads on their glasses, there was the briefest moment of uncertainty before Chris spoke. “I think I told you,” she said, smiling reassuringly at Isabel, “that Tim and I have no secrets from each other. So he knows how much I ... enjoyed your company before. But we both wondered if you would want to follow it up. Was it difficult?”Isabel sipped wine thoughtfully. “It wasn’t easy. Once I’d made up my mind, you helped a lot by talking to. That meant he was partially comprehensive meaning he really wanted me to do stuff to his dick! I have a fighting chance.I saw him head to the stairs. He was going for another drink downstairs."I gotta get another beer."I could not let it happen."Dude. Randy. Can I talk to you?" Damn, man. What do you want?"He walked a hell of a lot faster than I wanted him to. I was amazed such an inebriated man would head to the living room to the dining room then to the refrigerator with such ease. He was.