All of that came back in a rush that Monday morning. It was then almost drowned out by terror when I realized that my trip through time had taken away...my security blanket: I had no idea where I could find a hard shell bicycle helmet in the summer of 1972! I hadn’t been on a bike without a helmet since 1979 when a bad fall had left me with a nasty concussion. Of course, I knew that insisting on getting one, assuming I could even find one, would be hugely anomalous behavior; but I might have done. I just wished I could see who I would be fucking, or even how many. That was not to be though, at least not until much later when I was allowed to watch the video, as I could hear them all being told to make sure the blindfold stayed in place. Even without the blindfold, I might not have recognised many as I saw in the video that they were all made to wear masks. Some had brought their own - Zorro masks, Scream masks, balaclavas, someone even wore a Tony Blair mask which made me laugh later -. My mother is watching the kids." Have a good time," I said, as they rose to leave.As I watched them go, I saw once again, what my life might have been like. They were a nice, typical couple with a nice, typical family. They both worked, so there were only so many hours they could have to themselves. Brains was a smart guy, so I knew he would never take Sonya for granted. And Sonya was a fine lady, keeping a nice home while she raised two young daughters. I envied them.I ordered the Friday night. I felt his hairy legs pressed against mine. The fur on his chest and stomach raked back and forth on my back with each thrust. “OH, shit, baby,” he moaned, “I’m there; I’m gonna cum.”“Slow down,” I pleaded, “let me catch up.” I grabbed my dick and stroked feverishly.Don slowed his fucking. Slowly, he would pull his cock out until only the head remained, then slowly push back in until he filled me completely.As his cock slid in and out of my ass, I felt every vein and ridge on his cock. As I.