It tasted like ass and the only thing better in the future was probably the insane amount of coffee options, but that didn't really matter."What do yo... like?" I asked softly."Not Maxwell House. That’s more my husband’s thing." She said the last part without a hint of a smile.I felt a sudden sting in my heart, which was one more thing I hadn't even thought of when I picked the year.Which made me realize that there was a lot one could take for granted whilst time traveling."I'll take Earl Grey. She was my Domme and I was her slave, her pet and her filthy little sissyboi. Julie was my beautiful 30 year old bride and I was her 38 husband. She was a foot shorter than me at 5'3" with gorgeous curves and a pretty face. Despite the difference in our heights our bodies fit together perfectly. Her natural 36dd tits made her look thicker in clothes than the splendor of her beautiful naked form revealed. She was blessed with a narrow waist, full wide hips and a delicious round ass that made my. I kneaded her firm, full tits with an urgency that could only come from a forbidden passion.Mom lay back across my legs to look up at me. She pulled my head down to meet hers and pressed her soft, full lips into mine. Her lips parted to let my tongue probe her mouth. In return, she sucked on my tongue like her mouth was a vacuum. My cock stiffened as we kissed passionately. I knew she could feel it press into her back. While one of her hands caressed my neck and kept my face pulled into hers, I. Honestly, I don’t know what to say. This lies a bit beyond even what teenage dramas might be like.She laughed again as she left the wine bottle.As I sat beside her, I couldn’t help but feel that this was the perfect moment for both of us. She needed someone to be with and testosterone charged teenagers always need a do-over when it comes to humping. I leaned over to hug her as we sat. I couldn’t hear her crying but I was sure tears were quietly rolling down those beautiful cheeks as she hugged.