"Tiffany?" More rapping. "Are you okay?" Oh!" I gasped, breathing hard and blinking at my mom as she opened the door."What's the matter?" she asked, s...ddenly concerned because she was my mom and a pretty good one."I ... I..." I swallowed hard, clutching the blanket between my fists, pulled up high above my heaving breasts."You look terrible, dear." Mom crossed my bedroom and sat down on the bed. She put a hand to my forehead. "You're burning up!"I just nodded at her, holding my breath as my. As I continue eating out her juicy pussy he looks down at me, our eyes lock and he says, “Fuck me I can’t believe this!” Our mouths were full so between her and me. Not much was said beyond moaning and groaning. Then she stopped and with that slurpy sound she pulled his cock from her mouth and said, “You guys wanna switch this up a bit? I think it’s my turn to go down on you and if you’re cool with it I wanna get fucked like I saw you get fucked earlier.” There were no words spoken, just a lot. Torin sat up quickly in the bed and looked around the room but the room was different. There were cobwebs and the entire room was decrepit. He could see the night sky from through the roof. Shaking off the sense of Déjà vu he stood up. He looked to the window as if he were going to see his mother. He looked to the floor where he saw his father slain. Nothing but a dark spot remained. He finally looked down at his hands. Did I change history? Was I there, did this happen? Torin remembered the. After a long period of silence, she turned to her console monitor and said, “I’m going to wait you out this time, PLATO. I’m not going to say anything more until you tell me one thing that you would really like to see with your own sensors.”Plato reappeared leaning against her console. He looked embarrassed, and Marcella expected him to say something really nasty or kinky. Instead he said quickly, “A dust devil.” Then he held up his hands like Richard would do when explaining things and said.