As he watched her give her silent performance of a drunk female trying to cross a room and he was impressed by her skill, she had the makings of the g...eat actress. He was even more impressed when she spun around and her short skirt flared up to reveal more of her well-shaped legs. She like many of his female students flirted with him. He was after all the youngest and best looking male teacher on staff, but he ignored them without being mean. He had heard all the horror stories that befell male. 'Why am I always being burned to death?' she thought to herself, then wondered why she thought that.'Holy K-rap, I fucked up Royal, this time!' Katie thought to herself. 'I'd better get home. Mom's gonna be worried sick about me!'She knew where she was – what had happened to her – and most importantly, when she was! Late fourteenth century, she believed. She concentrated on moving forward in time – to the twenty-second century and home.The landscape beneath her changed rapidly. A small town. Quickly, her eyes grew heated with desire and lust. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lower and top lips. It trailed over the bottom, the wetness glistening. His eyes were glued to her tongue and lips, the feather falling to her thighs. She gasped and he blinked back from insanity. Then they both were looking at the feather and her thighs. She felt herself swollen with need. The feather pleasurable yet taking her to the brink of madness. She needed release and now. ‘Do you want me?’ he. I was to be sick and mum would leave for work but return home once Heather and dad had left.The day arrived and I lay in bed and listened as everyone left the house. Thirty minutes later I heard the front door open and close. Footsteps came up the stairs and then my bedroom door opened. Mum stood in the doorway. I lay on the bed naked and fully exposed, my cock at attention. Mum smiled and started to undo her blouse slowly. She slipped it off her shoulders. She then unzipped her skirt and it.