Fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow!” Dropping my hips to meet his, I fucked him back, forcing him to go faster, to take my cunt the way it needed...to be taken. Meanwhile, Josh knelt behind us. He held my hips, forcing me to be still as he buried his face in my ass. His tongue stroked my tight bud, getting me even more wet around his friend’s cock. One finger slid easily into my ass and almost caused me to climax instantly. So, he added another. And another. Three of his fingers were sliding in. “She was a lingerie model in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s. She was so pretty and so skinny.” Then leaning close to me whispered, “she certainly didn’t need a girdle with a figure like that.”I blushed a bit and moved the box back into view looking at the model and then at the young woman in front of me. I looked at the picture again, “Yes,” I said, “I see some of her in you.”“Mom always said I looked more like my dad, I never knew him, I guess getting a model pregnant in the 1970’s was a. In his brief visit to the future, he had been spoiled by almost instant gratification when he was curious about something. And to begin with, he was curious about almost everything. Now, back where he had started, he would have to try to be patient as he sought the necessary answers to his questions.Wednesday, September 27, 1961 12:05pmJesse had just settled in with his lunch tray and Popular Science magazine when he heard what he thought was a familiar voice.“Do you mind if I share this table. It was theshifting weight on my chest. I looked down, and low andbehold, on my chest was the perkiest fullest pair ofbreasts I had ever seen anywhere, well anywhere but maybeon a stripper or two I had watched in my younger days. Isat up and their weight shifted and I felt them hanging offme like large sacks. WOW. I was seriously gonna need a bra.That wasn't it though, it seemed that my arms hadn't justgotten smaller but also smoother, and on a cursory check Inoticed that all of my body hair had.
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