So colorful and shimmering…there are too many of them. It would be scary if I didn’t have somebody to hold onto. ‘The stars, they look like fir...flies…rainbow fireflies.’ He says. Oh, those are stars. It all makes sense now. God they’re so beautiful though. ‘But they’re so close. Won’t we get burned?’ I ask, not really afraid yet. I’m too high to be afraid, especially with his head on my chest like this. ‘No silly, you can’t get burned when you’re in love.’ He sighs. And it makes sense to me,. " I exclaimed hesitantly. "But Mr. Jones, it is soooo hot in there, and I can't sleep." she replied as she made her way in my door. "I thought you had been staring at me all summer, but I wasn't sure until today, when I could see that you like what you saw" she said with a devilish grin as she looked down at my shorts which had already began to bulge out again. She backed me up against the wall her tight breast where pressed right above my abs. She placed her hands on my outer thighs and moved. Neither of us would mention why she needed it. I found, as I had suspected, that her "once a month" meant just before her period. Without even making her say that she needed time alone, I would be careful to tell her that I would be staying at the computer lab late or the library until it closed at those times.She could claim that this had nothing to do with sex, and she seemed to believe that. Still the aroma when I got home was sexy as hell. If she'd done that in Shelley's room on my visits. My return to Earthly existence in the form of my coupling partner, a French guy called Alphonse, was further complicated by shifting into a time period over a thousand years prior in a country I had never visited in my true form of Mabel Mahoney.The change from being the "fuckee" into being the "fucker" was hard enough to adapt to, but I was also faced with the strange tongue and a culture entirely unfamiliar. Thus far, I was fortunate enough to receive the privilege of mounting three friendly.