He before I could clear the way ran his sweet monster across my lips grabbing the back of my head sliding in my mouth saying suck. The thing had a lif... of it's own filling my mouth with just the head. She saved me by grabbing the big shaft and removing it from deep in my mouth telling him me first as she moved over from under me to beside me. She got him between her spread legs with the big cock head up to her little pussy he lounged forward thrusting the big head in saying come and get it. Their age was showing even though they made several trips to the salon a week. They even flew down to the hot spings in Georgia to try to bring their beauty back to them. But the spa could only do so much. They spent hours in mud packs, getting massages, using multiple oils and creams, plus anything that was on the market at that time. It did little good. They learned that they could not turn back the clock.Melissa wept as Michelle steered her back to the limo for a stiff drink. Michelle lost. Peter Zimmerman looked around in wonder. He had seen the primitive2D movies, and read the history books but seeing the early 21st centuryin person was completely different. The sights, the smells, thesounds -- everything was better than he had imagined. He walked down thestreet and was pleased to find that nobody seemed to pay him any mind.His careful research into period appropriate clothing and dialect hadpaid off. As far as they knew, he was just another contemporary oftheirs and not one of. The big day arrived. She and all her friends were wearing Hogwarts uniforms. Of course, they were. They met in the large concourse at Kings Cross.“Oh crap,” exclaimed Angie “I have forgotten my Snickers and Diet Coke. I’ll dash over to WH Smiths and stock up.”“Well for fuck’s sake get a wiggle on. The Hogwarts Express leaves in five minutes,” yelled Amelia Longshore to a rapidly disappearing Angie.Five minutes later, Angie, clutching a Snickers and Diet Coke, saw that her friends had already.