. 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 multipl... 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:. Yes, I'm relaxed when the lovemaking is over, but my body doesn't necessarily tremble with excitement when he finally rolls over, once his dick has filled my pussy with his seed. And his breathing becomes the soft, measured breath of content sleep. He has been satisfied.So, when I hear that deep sleep breathing, I roll over and lick my fingers. I get them very wet and I spread my pussy lips until I find the soft under skin of my labia. She is already juicy from his loving attempts to make me. I have a little house out on the edge of town with just a few neighbors around and I do what I want when I want. After the busy life in the tech world it feels great. I date a few women from church but it is mostly social because none of them turns me on sexually. I lost my wife a few years ago and have been celibate since.Back to the door knock. I opened it and there was Sherry, the late-teen girl from two houses down. My manners kicked in and I invited her inside and offered her a small. Oh she'd scream out all that rubbing and twisting and throbbing inside her was to much. Screaming out over and over at times it was to much to much to take!My wife was absolutely going crazy from all the shaking and shuddering she was doing watching all those tentacles and those bumps working the sacrifices long lean little lower belly all the way to her upper haired mound.As the sacrifice had gushed like crazy, continuously gushing like a water hose, over his cock and against that huge ass.