No bra, she was relying on the tight scrub top for support. My dick lunged on its own at the sight of her massive-mommy-milkers. I took in every squ...re inch of her tit flesh with my eyes, desires to do more were racing through my mind. A tiny pooch-of-belly showed recent stretch marks. A recent child birth would explain the overly tight scrubs. Her dark areola's surround perfect erect nipples, making them the best set of tits I've seen all day. My mouth starts salivating at the site of. I considered the fact that my grandfather had been born in 1868 in Boston and that I had fought in the Civil War several years before he was born as a cornerstone of my convoluted thoughts about my upcoming trip back into the past.Eve was helping shape my data bank structured mind into some sort of constructive thinking about the impossibility of a trip around the world to get back to their home in Czechoslovakia by the Legion fighting for survival in the changing map of Europe. That changing. There I saw an advertisement for the Nob Hill Adult Male Theatre. I could not believe a place existed and I saved the newspaper. To make a long story short, I arranged with my employer to have me take a business trip to San Francisco a few weeks later after my discovery. I finally arrived in SF and I found the theatre. I remember walking past the entrance, twice, but did not have the balls to walk in. There was traffic on Post Street in front of the theatre and people would stare at you to see. She knows you're awake. Did you really think she was buying the whole 'He sleeps like a rock thing'? It's a game." I guess a part of me knew she knew, but I was so into the game myself I just didn't question it."As long as she can pretend she doesn't know, it works for her. She can let herself go without feeling guilty. Trust me, she's wants to see you."That night we relived that first video together, except this time she was really watching me pumping my cock and I was really watching her cum.