Her brother usually snagged everything she got from the kitchen, so she decided to make herself a root bear float, which he would definitely take from...her. She mixed the liqueur in and was ready to go. Rich was sitting in the living room watching tv, so Tiff went in with the float and sat down, setting it on the coffee table. Her brother saw it in no time at all, and quickly grabbed it. Rich was quite cute, he had wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice body, he just liked telling on his little. The Seven Oaks Lodge was nothing more than a flophouse for transients. The desk clerk was asleep behind the counter when I stepped into the lobby.The dank little room assaulted my sensitive nose as soon as I opened the door. It reeked of too many years of whiskey, cum and shit. If you would cram your nose into the nasty ass crack of a three-day-old corpse of a cheap, drunken whore you could get a feel for what I was enduring.I dropped my gear on the counter and spoke in a loud voice at the same. ”“Will I be able to change the past?”“No, John. The past is cast in stone. You will, however, be able to influence the future,” she answered.I mused on her words and was lost in thought when she came to me and helped me up and back towards the bedroom. She removed the robe from my shoulders and pushed me onto the bed.Agnes straddled my cock and rubbed her wet pussy back and forth over it causing it to rear its head. Slowly she lowered herself on me, sliding my cock into her warmth. The. ‘Mrs Milton? - I’m sorry, Mrs Milton, it was my fault, not Kate's.’‘What do you mean it was your fault? What are you talking about?’‘The – the accident with your plate. It was my fault, really. I – I tried to grab it from Kate, and – and then I dropped it. It – it was me that broke your plate, Mrs Milton. I’m really sorry.’My confession seemed to halt Mrs Milton’s tirade for a moment. When she started again, she was slightly less vehement, though still very angry.‘Well, Kate shouldn’t have had.