Five minutes into the 10 minute drive she was gripping the handrests for dear life and screaming through her first orgasm of the day. When she had com... down form her sexual high I hit the button turning it off. Looking over at me she could see the gleam in my eyes and knew shhe would be in for a long day. The only disappointment at work was that I wouldn’t be able to see her face everytime she came. We had been there for about an hour when I hit the button the first time as I stood up to look. As I clear the first few houses, I relax a bit and a thrill runs through me. I can feel the night air on my stockinged legs and up my little skirt to my exposed bum cheeks - it's a thong thing :) I put a little wiggle in my strut and head towards the main road. I feel so fucking good, I'm on fire. I want someone to see me.As I reach the main road, a cyclist has a good look as he passes, but there's no reaction. I don't know what to make of that. I head north, the road is empty apart from the. ” She gingerly touched her swollen lip. “For instance, I didn’t bash Rebecca in the mouth with my head, this time. How is that possible?”Leda chuckled again. “You are Rebecca, dear.”Rebecca eyed her warily. “Where is she, anyway?”“Walk with me, dear. I’ll explain as we go, or try to. Time travel offers more than one paradox; Causal Expression is what you experienced on your trip back.”Rebecca hurried to catch up. “Causal what?”Leda chuckled again. “The Rebecca you encountered in 2014 was an. I noticed she was wearing a very tight pair of cut off denim shorts and a white tank top. Her hair was a mess, probably from the fucking she had just got. She was not wearing a bra or panties under that sexy short…She gave me a deep kiss and I tasted cum on her lips. She noticed that I had tasted it and gave me a shy sexy smile. Almost pulling her down the hall to our room I unbuttoned her shorts. She wiggled her hips as I pulled them down. I asked her how old was that cream pie and she.