I reflected Max’s smile. I had been eating myself up for days. I was looking for any excuse to hate myself for taking advantage of these girls. I ha... fucked that teenager behind me. There were two other amazing girls in my bed. I needed a lungful of fresh air and a long shower.“You need to pee?” Max whispered with frightened excitement. I kissed her nose. Just to touch her, and feel better for touching her. “Alex, move, he’s gotta get up.”“Sam, you gotta let go.”“Don’t wanna!” she moaned.“You. I was born in El Paso in 1952. Yes, you heard me right. I was born in 1952, almost a hundred years from now.” I spent the next forty-five minutes giving them the story of my twentieth and twenty-first century life. My parents teaching school at the reservation, being adopted by the Garcia’s, joining the military, finding and marrying Laura, my education, my kids, my work in the service, my retirement, Laura’s death, and finally waking up here, after driving into a low fog. As I talked, I. .. or was he losing his Goddamned mind altogether?Sultan saw him first, immediately recognizing Queenie's master, but their presence not in the least alarming the preoccupied dog, he continued to hump his swollen hardness up into the fleshy grasping hole where his sighing mistress had placed it. A great heaviness had already begun to grow in his working loins from the tight heat her nether opening was charging through his throbbing penis, and he clung to her white body possessively as instinct. My pussy was pulsing with this orgasm, milking every last drop out of him. He lay beside me on my bed, facing the ceiling, catching his breath. I lay there, catching my breath too, and stared at him. His beautiful chest heaving, his hair matted together with sweat, not unlike mine, and his cock glimmering with our juices. When he caught his breath he rolled onto his side and said wow. You can say that again, I replied. Wow. That was so good, is it always that good? he asked. Depends how much.