She said, “You’ve really outdone yourself tonight! How many is that now?” “Don’t know. Don’t care. Can’t think right now.” She laughed... causing her pussy to contract on me. “I think that was number four – pretty good for one night, stud!” Without doing a mental count I was pretty sure she was right…or at least close enough. “The night’s not over yet.” “Getting cocky now, are we?” “Hey, you know me and morning wood – it seems inevitable.” “But that will be morning, not night. Doesn’t count.” She. We made small talk where I let him know nothing was going to happen between us because I had a boyfriend. We weren’t there 10 minutes and we could hear the springs squeaking from the bedroom. We kept talking trying to ignore it, but it got louder and Julie started moaning and screaming. I must admit I was getting turned on hearing them. I could tell she was getting fucked good. Looking at the tent in Mike’s pants, I could tell he was excited himself. We sat there a bit when Mike got his. “WOW! Wait a minute!” Mark said. “Didn’t Eli Whitney invent the Cotton Gin in about1792?” he asked.“Yes, in our Reality,” I answered.“Wait...!” Sererena stated. “Are you saying that they don’t even know about the Cotton Gin yet, let alone have any?”“It sounded that way to us,” Kell told her.“But why?” Gwyn asked in a puzzled voice.“Think about it. Kell and I have on the way back here,” I told her and the others.“Eli Whitney was a Yankee who was working as a private tutor in Georgia when. During her eighth month of the pregnancy her belly was so big and her tits were so huge he took a nude picture of her on his cell phone and could look at her during the day at work. He had even gone into the men's room and jerked his cock as he looked at her picture. Then soon as he got home he had to fuck her hard. She laid the baby on the other end of the couch as he was done nursing for a while and pulled Fred close to her. She then began licking his nipples as she rubbed his cock and his.