The quiet woman turned her face, embarrassed at the knowledge that Melony had gossipped to her. Not so much that the man had had sex, but that Loni co...ld easily imagine his strong tall body standing naked with only oil covering him. The thought brought a shiver down her spin that ended somewhere between her legs."Hello." The voice was thick with a European accent, but deep and heavenly. "You live across the street right?"Loni turned about to lookup into the face of the tall handsome man. She. Softly she whispered, “I’m so wet” Her soft moist lips pressed on his ear while her tongue probed inside. She felt his cock pulsing as it pressed against her. Soft wet kisses continued over his toned lightly hairy chest, teasing at his nipples. Her tongue traced over his abs, and slowly around the base of his hardened cock. Electricity ran through him as her hand wrapped around his hardness slowly pumping it. While her wet tongue traced over its length, around the sensitive head…she felt his. I feel funny – not sick, but strange. Different. My eyes snap open and I realize the ceiling is wrong. In fact, everything is wrong. Fully awake, I climb out of bed, and am immediately thoroughly disoriented. I am a 55-year-old man, and yet I’m standing in the bedroom I had in 1975. It’s decorated differently, though. No cheap painting of two ships rounding a lighthouse, no wall rack with my BB gun, pump action .22 and shotgun on the wall. In fact, it looks like a girl decorated this place.. "You're my baby girl. I don't want anything happening to you."I was silently crying now, tears rolling down my cheeks. I'd never been so humiliated-or mortified. I breathed through my mouth and resisted the impulse to wipe my nose with the back of my hand.She foldied her arms. "Get into your jammies and get to bed. I mean it about your bedtime. 10 o'clock from now on." She relented, seeing my look of humiliated injury. "OK, 11. But not a minute later. And no Internet after 10 PM. This is.