.. where am I? When am I? Where’s my truck?Shit! Time travel is possible! If there was ever a time when I wished my college discussions about multip...e dimension worlds were false ... now is the time.Speaking of time ... it’s time I examined what came with me and what stayed home.I gave the tipi a thorough going over ... my wives shall be pissed ... I am making a mess. I’ll say this for the girls ... they are industrious. Quilled or beaded parfleches lined up against the liner walls. (Parfleche:. There is the slight feel of my teeth, which causes you to buck and moan. You are not really sure what that is, feeling not pain but more like a rush as new nerve endings send signals throughout your body.I stroke you faster and faster. You groan out my name before releasing a few very loud explicative’s. You erupt in my mouth and I drink down your cum--a creamed salty-sweet elixir. Thick and plenty.My reward.You place both your hands in my hair to still me. Your cock is much too sensitive right. ”“John, do you fully accept Mary and I, as a husband and wife, who invite you to provide for Mary’s sexual fulfillment? Will you pleasure her and treasure her? Will you provide for her sexual needs and desires and will you freely and intimately join this union now and in the future?”John looked at Mary first and then at Mack, “I do and I will, Mack.” John felt blessed in the moment.“On my side, I pledge to accept John as a sexual provider to Mary tonight and in future nights. I pledge to John. Their tongues moving against each other like intertwined lovers. For a second, he dared to open his eyes and felt his chest swell when he saw that her eyes were shut. The translucent skin of her eyelids fluttered as she sucked on his lip before pulling away. With one leg hanging over the edge of the bed and the other bent and resting against his, Emma shifted away from Sylar and brushed her hair back. Her cheeks were tinted with a soft shade of pink. Sylar swept in for another kiss. He.