I questioned my own thinking. Was Sara actually dressed as I'd seen her or was I projecting what I expected or wanted to see.Sara answered that questi...n herself with a little laugh then said, "Will. You were right. You saw me the way I was back in 1692. That's my favorite outfit. It's also the one I was wearing when they killed me."Seeing Sara sitting before me dressed in her 1692 frock and hearing her talk in the same casual language of the present was really screwing with my head. The two. Pam brought her lips to Gypsy's prick and scooped off the pearl drop of jizz that had seeped from his pisser. She let it stick to her lips, played with it, then licked her lips clean.Watching Pam was getting both Marsha and Gloria hotter. They began to fondle each other, enjoying the erotic show.Pam eased back the thick skin, exposing part of his shaft. She ran her tongue delicately over it, slobbering it with spit. She was quivering, half-crazed in her desire to have her asshole split. I thought she might waste my time with her Summer Reading, “Daniel Deronda” or Michelle Tea or whatever it was. Such a sweet mouth though. Kisses like strawberries and cream. Neat little licks. We were on good terms, it was nice she could be a little liar and I could take her in hand. Sometimes people have an understanding, without even really knowing each other that well. Seems Stacy got that she wasn’t really my equal. Even if she was living now in a suite, and I was in my humble “postage. After all, he wasn't going to want me if he knew what I'd just been up to with Vince was he!?!I was still worried though, that he might smell Vince on me or would realise my pussy was sopping wet with Vince's cum, which, by now, was steadily seeping out of me. I'd held on to my knickers and used them to wipe away some of Vince's juices as Andy focussed on my breasts and licked my nipples. I was still feeling very horny from Vince's last pounding of my pussy and although I was in two minds about.