My cockhead popped inside her! Oh, she was so tight. She rocked forward and I went with her so I wouldn't pop out again, and then she rocked back slow...y, taking my cock deeper inside her. He was watching the whole thing from his cuntlicker's point of view, eyes wide open, watching his wife take a new man's cock inside her for the first time and loving every second of it. She rocked back and forth taking a little more of my cock each time. After a few minutes of this, taking it slow and gently. I had all that hopeful energy to draw on. I drew and drew on that energy, storing it for future need. I was getting better with storing power, now.It was a little more difficult going back in time, here, as it was hard to zero in on exactly 'when' I wanted to be. I finally got it, and with my mules' leads firmly in my hand, we stepped forward into the past.It was my sixth day in the past, and I was having a blast. I had the advantage of knowing where the strikes were, and where the best panning. As he contemplated these prospects, someone came in. Though he was notexpecting anyone else, customers were always welcome. He reached out hissenses and read...and was more than mildly surprised at what he found.Looking towards the door from behind the display, he saw a strikinglyattractive woman in her mid thirties. Her trim figure, easy grace, andfluidity of movement made it easy to tell she was a trained dancer. Evenwithout the scan he would have recognized Elise Preston, the retiringprima. "What are you waiting for, Alan?" Marissa said with a huff. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. We haven't christened the restaurant yet."That was all he needed.With one hard and fast push, his cock was buried deep inside her.Marissa braced herself against the sturdy solid-oak desk. This was one of the reasons she had bought it. And with the pounding Alan gave her, it was worth every penny.He didn't last long, but she didn't want him to. This was what they called a "fuck and run". They may have been.