He had cum for so very long. How much cum had he deposited? Did it fill her womb? Was she ovulating? FUCK! Did he get her pregnant? Shit, what had we ...one? Slowly, their orgasms subsided. They both breathed deeply. As they regained their composure, D pushed his body up and flipped my wife over without pulling out. It was if she was on a spit on the BBQ. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could not escape. He laid down on top of her and kissed he passionately. I could. Then she dropped down against her lifemate and began sobbing against his chest. Elaine withdrew, forcing herself awake, sorry that she’d interrupted them and even more sorry in the knowledge that her presence in her sister’s dream had ruined their astral lovemaking.She sat up in the bed, feeling a little disoriented, then realized that she’d just made an astral jump of millions of miles through space. She looked around the room, thinking that somehow, something was different, yet suspecting. It can be fun. Do you know the Billy Joel song, Scenes From an Italian Restaurant?”“The one about ‘Brenda and Eddie’?”“Yep. The song has a line ‘Then the king and the queen went back to the green but you can never go back there again.’, which I think is saying you can’t live in the past. And that’s important when we talk about us.”“But the past is so important for us!” Jocelyn protested.“Yes, it is, as memories. But we can’t live in the past. If we did, we’d never have gone to. ”“I can do that,” my girlfriend’s mother smirked. “But I’ll consider it a lesson, so I get to go first. Deal?”“Deal.”“I’ll add it to the lesson plan, then,” she nodded. “I only have a few more lessons planned for you after this, but I’d like for you to keep coming over even if it won’t be so much about teaching you anything.”“I’d like that,” I grinned.“I thought you might.”When we finished up our snacks, my girlfriend’s mother took my hand and led me back to the bedroom, where we put another.