Your hands touching me all over...You slide your cock a little deeper in me...My moans escape me..."I want to come on you so bad"... I say... I lie ba...k...so you can watch me better...stroking my clit faster now...Feeling you push all the way in.then not moving...Just letting me feel you...as I get closer and closer to cumming...you reach out and rub my nipples between your fingers...so hard they are... I am getting wetter and wetter...starting to tremble on you...you feel me getting. I went back and sat on the couch, not to push my luck. But my heart was racing, and cock was jumping. After returning back to normal conversation and normal heart rate, I decided to leave for home. I went to grab my hat, but then decided to push the hat back into the couch. I had an idea. I said my goodbyes, and told them I'd come see them again in a few days. I walked out of their room, down the stairs to the exit of the retirement home, then turned right around to get my hat that I "forgot".I. I mean Helen, of course," I stumbled a response. I had notspoken to my mom since the swap except for a few 'hellos' across thefence. I suppose it was inevitable that we would talk eventuallysince they were friends.My mom was in her work suit and was clearly on her lunch break. Sheordered a coffee and I was shocked as she produced a pack ofcigarettes of her own."Helen! I thought you had given up?" I exclaimed."Come on Jan, you know I just told Michael that to keep him happy,"she laughed. I felt. Our new home is 9-30 and 10 o'clock. Finally the cabin is at 11-30, with a pathway between our house and the cabin to the stream.The 92nd day came and there was no sign at all the time warp ever existed, I checked and rechecked my dates and every time the date came out right. It now looks as if we are really stranded here in the past. Marjorie wasn't at all worried about this. I felt that while the gateway was present, I had a way back to my own time, but there was nothing I could do about it..