"STICK IT IN ME!" She demanded.We maneuvered, me atop her, missionary, her legs lifting, drawing her knees back, reaching to grip my rock hard cock. I...cradled her in my arms as she placed my cock to her. Not gently, not forcibly, I pushed into. Most willingly, lifting and matching my thrust, she took it deep. I deemed her pussy tight, as expected."Oh! Fuck, yes!" She exclaimed, as I held deep a long few moments."How long since you've been bedded?" I inquired."Not since your dad, bless his. There was an intensity to our play, but somehow it didn't feel quite right. Keiko sucked my penis in a way that seemed unlike her, almost as if we had just met and she was unsure what to do with a new partner. And when I tongued her vagina, her hips writhed in a new way. As if she was reluctantly giving in. She pushed me away before I could bring her to orgasm.I looked into Keiko's eyes and I saw the look of apology and sorrow."Beautiful Keiko, don't be sad. The last several months have been. Another match flared and he held it to the bowl, sucking and gurgling interminably until a satisfying billow of smoke finally rose fragrantly past the rows of rusty leather books to the yellowed ceiling."1960. Arthur Saxby sent for me in his office. I was a junior in the Company then, and of course, all I could think was 'what have I done wrong this time?' But it seemed I had done nothing. 'Sit down, Phillimore, ' he said. 'Smoke?' Well, I didn't in those days, not even a pipe. But old Saxby. The doughnuts were nice too."We returned to Alfred's building, tidying up and securing everything before letting Alfred bump us back to the mill.Since we had jumped to the place without switching time phases, the morning was well advanced and the girls considerate enough to serve one of their excellent brunches.We all dug in heartily, doughnuts notwithstanding, till Lexa came up with a strange request."Bert, you know it's only two days to go before Christmas. I do have a wish from you, you.