His eyes narrowas he stares up at my face. I'm biting my lip? which is maybe what I should'vedone a few seconds earlier. Tension ripples in the silenc... and I watch as he moves away. That's right ? lethim feel hurt? upset? whatever. I don't care. I'm just tied up here? oh shit.And my pussy is still pounding, an obvious reminder of how stupid I was acting. Blue balls might feel bad, but an unsatisfied crotch is not picnic either? itaches and clenches against itself, the emptiness taunting? ?I'm. I’d have to deal with the here and now as I perceived it.The critical unresolved issue was the confusing and highly theoretical impact of time travel. I boiled it down to two schools of thought and a ‘gotcha.’ The Time Paradox school and the Parallel Time school.The Time Paradox school said that if you go back in time you have to be extremely careful not to change anything or you risk your own future existence. Kill an animal and it might have been something one of your ancestors was supposed. .. My cock was already completely rigid in my shorts, which I pulled aside in order to free it. All seven inches popped straight up, throbbing with anticipation. I had an electrical outlet in my truck where I could plug the machine in with no problem.There was no one home at the house, and in fact that part of the block seemed pretty deserted. Now that one of the funnels was nice and lubricated by my spit and her breast milk, I lowered it onto my swollen cock head. I moved the funnel so the. He shook his head no..“I see. Well, in that case, here is your birthday present…” I said as I stood off the bed and opened up my robe; inside was a sheer turquoise bodysuit with a slit in the crotch. My pussy was freshly shaved and the breeze as I opened my robe sent a chill through my wet thighs. The cups were mesh and you could see my stiff nipples poking up through the material. On my legs, matching stockings and the black-and-teal flats Bryan had used this morning. “Me.”Bryan’s face.