The antiseptic smell of the air helped too.She tried to cast back over the recent past, to figure out how she'd got here. But if her limbs were slow, ...er memory was slower. In the end, she had no idea. And, before she could determine much, she fell asleep again.The dream was the resumption of consciousness. Or maybe it was the beginning of it. In later years she would sometimes look back and wonder if it hadn't secretly been her birth.She was still in some murky netherworld, but at least she. Mostly in the summer to combat the loneliness for both of us. Every morning we went out and to feed the chickens and pigs, check on the cattle, and just make sure that everything was in good general order. For an old gal of 65 with raging arthritis in one leg, she managed very well on her widowed own, only hiring help for big manual jobs. On a hot Saturday in June, the phone in the hall rang as I settled down to my breakfast after my morning chores. Grandma answered, I could hear the urgency in. I rested my head on his shoulder.“We’re going to get back to our reality, and turn off that damn machine,” he said. “This madness isn’t going to spread to our world.”He spoke with such confidence. I believed him.“Okay, there’s another entrance near here. We just follow the building around to get there. It should let us back in close to where we crossed over to this world.”I visualized what he was describing and nodded my head.We slipped out around the corner, Justin leading, me holding his hand. Her hips instantaneously rose toward me and I began my quest to give her another series of orgasms.Having enjoyed a good length of time with my face buried in her pussy, it was now late in the afternoon and the sun was near setting. When she had regained the strength, we went in the house and each made a sandwich before returning to the back yard when we chatted like old friends. I was surprised how easily we could converse, considering the gap in our ages. “Did you know that Traci is twenty.