.. time travel. The holy grail of science fiction stories and the reality is that it hurts, it feels like some asshole is sanding your skin off and sh...ning a searchlight at your eyes. And when things go wrong, as they inevitably do, they go spectacularly fucking wrong.Our instructions were simple on paper. Take a quick trip back to the Cretaceous-period, because the academics need more information about Velociraptors. The last team they sent back had landed on the flank of an active volcano and. He had little hope of ever recapturing the dream, the once vivid detail of his beauteous lover already fading from his mind in his alert wakefulness. He lay still for a few minutes, willing his erection away so that he might get some peaceful sleep. Nothing. If anything, his cock throbbed and strained even more, persistent in its desire for relief. Frustrated, Oscar tossed and turned in his bed from one uncomfortable, or even painful, position to another. But what could he do with a sleeping. She had to put her hand out to touch the wall to keep herself stable. The waves slowed and stopped and I kept up my attack but slowed with her. Maggie had her own orgasm and I quickly got up to help her off her sister so she Susan could breathe.Both girls were in rough shape but I wanted to be with Susan when she came back to us. The aftershocks had not died and I leaned over the table and held her. In a moment she knew that someone was here and she held me. It took a bit longer till I saw her. Besides, it was innocent and probably an accident, I told myself.But then I felt his fingers move lightly back and forth across the exposed swell of my breast. The movement was delicate, almost imperceptible. After a few minutes, I noticed his fingers were moving more. It was a sensual touch, almost tickling. It could still have been accidental. When I felt goose bumps spring up on my chest, I knew that I should stop him. However, I didn't want to embarrass him. He probably didn't even know.