Sam said that he realized that it was getting close to midnight and figured that they better get back into the main room for the count down. I laughed...as I stroked him while he was driving. “Nick was telling me that she’s too uptight to let go at a party like that, he even doubted she would French kiss anyone.” I told him. “Well she didn’t get the chance to French kiss my cock. So, how far did you and Nick go?” Sam asked. I told him, ‘About the same but I didn’t cum like Ashley did and while I. It was a very strange conjunction as I didn't have many books dealing with time travel in my library. I'm sure thinking about all of those stories at once is what caused my mind to wander down some new, at least for me, paths.What would have happened, I wondered, if I had made different choices at various times during my life? If I hadn't climbed that tree when I was 9, falling and shattering my arm, what would have been different? If I'd buckled down and applied for scholarships in high school. .we both exhale our relief and you begin to gigglewiggling tour ass against me you prod me to continuesmiling...I kiss the back of your neck and resume my invasion of your tight holeagain the room fills with the sounds of rattling cabinets and moans of pleasureyour body begins to spasm as you buck harder back to meet my strokesmy balls begin to tighten harder...faster...deeper...objects fall from the cabinet as the rattling increasesthe walls of your pussy clamp around my shaft as your orgasm. His hands were guiding my hips and I could feel his pelvis rising up to mine. I could hear my juices making little squelching sounds as I rode him. He had started to nibble my nipples, and I could feel myself fucking him. My body had taken over. I was out of control, my head was spinning and the tingles inside me were getting greater and greater. Part of me wanted it to last forever, but there comes a point of no return. There was nothing I could do except enjoy the ride my body was propelling.