At the end of the year was Year End. This made sense once you got used to it, I guess.The Sin Loos also numbered years. They were in year 568 since th... founding of the current location of Sin Loos. This told me that at least that much time plus more years were between my time and this. Of course, that assumed my theory about time travel for me was correct. I then realized that there might be some question about finding any relics in a usable condition unless someone had made an effort to. “Well, I've already been between your legs, so it would only be fair, wouldn't it?” I mused. “Anyway, so what would you say when I told you that in order to get there, you would first have to give head to a random stranger, and then let him take you up the ass?”Now her brow furrowed. “What kind of question is that?” she asked, upset. I laughed. “I know, right?” I said. “There was this guy, once, who, like, totally had the hots for me. I mean totally. So I asked him the same question.”Relieved. Wo mana kar rahi thi aane ke liye but maine force kiya tooh wooo maan gayi uske ghar wale thode purane khayalo ke hai tooh badi mushkil se wo ready hue hum bhi bhot kaam ese milte the bas shadi ya aur koi function ho tabhi So maine phone kiya tooh she said ajj finally akele milne ka chance mila hai aur wo bhot kuch janna chahti thi sex and all ke baare mein tooh me usse apni car me uske ghar lene nikal pada wahan se use pick karke sidhe party venue pahunch gaye already hamare kai friends wahan. I did not want to let him go. I wanted him scissored between my thighs forever. And he wanted my thighs to scissor him forever. The perfect match! We were so happy we couldn’t believe it. I quoted another song for him: “I only have thighs for you”. It was like a preview of our wedding vows and we got married shortly after our first scissor session.In the coming months I would scissor him almost every day. On occasions we tried some competitive wrestling and I beat him almost every time. Even if.