On impulse, he raised his hands in front of him - to his surprise, he found he still had the sturdy handle of the spade clutched in his hands - with t...o fists, he gripped the farming implement, held it above his head to block the swift downswing of a spear.Fen flinched, blinked. At first, he thought the impact had broken his elbows. But his arms were still intact; the cracking sound must have come from the spade handle. There was no time to think: the pirate had taken another step closer, and. Even under these unpleasant conditions I still had it. Then I felt him ease me away and creep his hand down over my perspiring midriff onto my skirt. Very slowly, he circled his palm over my bottom, tracing the curvature and making me shiver at the touches. As my erogenous zones switched on yet again, my senses sharpened while his hand travelled lower to cup my butt. He rhythmically squeezed my cheek, then gently slapped my behind. I glowed, longing for him to do it again. Instead I felt the. Unsuccesfull in undressing her completely i raised her half torn saree up and tore the panty i quickly united my meat with divine hole and started knocking her , i opened her hair and kept on knocking her , i fucked her vigourously n came in her pussy .i sat there smoke a cigarette and called my father to come in backyard and then told mom to sit beside me, she followed we sat n i kept on playing with her hair .And quickly father came and shocked to see that i was licking my mom’s neck n. As I was still mulling over these things and waiting for a Eurekamoment to come, an idea did suddenly occur to me. I could always try tomake an experiment or two of my own to test the reality of mysurroundings. My clothes changed as I was transported to a differenttime, but what if I held something in my hand? Would that follow me tothe other side? And, while there, could I do something to affect thefuture, that is, the present? I could, for instance, leave a note formyself inside the yearbook.