Or, perhaps, the fresh sea-winds had loosened out tongues. Or, maybe, simply, my wife had had enough of the bush-beating. We ended up telling her ever...thing.With a sigh that brought out a giggle from our daughter, Elena began her recollection. "We were both sixteen at the time, closer to seventeen actually, when there was this public exhibition for art at the local museum. Your father wanted to participate, and God knows how he talked me into modeling for him. Before I knew it, the man had me. He extended his hand and grabbed the knob, the door opened after he inserted the key and rotated the knob. He was welcomed by the unchangeable image of his room. The thing that first showed up was the destroyed walls. Yup, the four sides of the room had cracks and might fall at any moment. Actually, this room was great and looked new when he first came to the campus. However, because of an unexplainable reason, an earthquake happened and led the walls to crack. To make the matter worst, the. His wife was always talking about comfort foods. After hundreds of rubber chicken dinners, a simple PBJ had become his comfort food of choice.“So who is the crazy lady that tried to attack me?” Ed asked.“A time traveler,” Jack answered, deciding honesty was the best policy.Ed stared at Jack for a full fifteen seconds, trying to decide if the older man was kidding. Finally, he said, “You’re kidding.”“No. I’m as serious as a heart attack,” Jack replied. He picked up a potato chip and popped it. Roughly 30 mins later I heard a slight knock on the door, I turned off the lights and slowly proceeded to the door. I opened it up and he came in and I sat on the edge of the bed. He could see that I was very hard and slowly inserted his hand into my bra and began rubbing my breast and playing with my hard nipples.I could feel myself getting harder almost felt as if the skin was going to burst, with the other hand he began to stroke my cock, then he slowly kissed his was down and around my.