"Al...A-Alvin?" she stammered. "Is that you?" -- -- -- -- I was tying up Mrs. Street with some duct tape I'd found in the kitchen.She'd gone from swee... and offering coffee all the way to spitting andcursing; more like she'd been when I'd first met her. She'd known thather son had traded in his pussy for my dick, and I wanted to know why.She wasn't talking; silent as her unconscious son. Accordingly, I'dgagged her."How'd you know?" I asked Nancy as I finished trussing up AnnabelleStreet."Easy,. Tim’s mind was running a mile a minute, trying to figure out what had happened. The trip went exactly as he had planned. His past self was right where he remembered, and it looked like he was convinced of the truth. He knew deep inside if put into that position he would definitely take advantage of the pill to improve his life. So what went wrong?‘Let’s see ... the trip went perfectly. No one else saw me back there at the creek and he listened to everything I had to say and took it all with a. I straddled your chest. You reached for my limp cock, already quickening at the thought of making you cum again. You took me in your mouth, your tongue circling my glans the way I like.At first it was a little too intense, but I grabbed the back of your head and pressed it into you, your tongue licking around the base of my hardening cock. Moving up and down my shaft, you soon had me hard again.“Lets sixty-nine,” I suggested, knowing how much you like it when we do that. So do I.“You are full. “Richard! It’s been ages!”“Y-yeah.” She was the third one to hug him, and the most pleasant. She had spritzed perfume on, which mixed nicely with the shampoo she’d used. She brushed it off her shoulders as she leaned back, still touching his arms.“Sorry, but Gloria spilled a coke on me earlier, and when I saw the shower in there, I jumped in to clean off. What?” she said with a sideways glance. “God, you don’t remember me.”“I’m trying. Really.”She took a step back and sized him up. “Well, it.