I met a young lady named Lucy and we have spent some time together. Read “Lake House” if you want to be caught up with the events of the previous ...ncounters.Lucy and I lay together after our sexual encounter. We were both spent after the fun we had. There was a knock on the door and we both almost jumped out of our skins. “I thought they wouldn’t be back until later” Lucy said as she grabbed her clothes. I looked at the clock and saw that it was about 8:30pm so they were actually on time. The. She struggled as my fingertips were a mere inch from her pussy. "Clara, please! You are only making this harder on yourself!" I warned, but she didn't listen. I tugged the pants down to her ankles. Her hands instinctively raced to cover herself, but Mounika was prepared and grabbed her arms and held them tightly.Clara's pubic area was trimmed into a nice triangle that naturally pointed right at her protruding inner labia and a tiny button of a clit.She fought against Mounika's grip, freeing. I just hold the bed sheet with which she was holding herself covered and pulled it and made her nude again. And started kissing her all over. She was asking me to stop and not to do that, but I was not in a mood to listen to her and she started co-operating after some, as her breathing got faster after some time. She was all ready to get fucked again. She said, “Why are you so bad? Why did you let me go to bath if you wanted to fuck me again?” I said, “I wanted to see someone’s reaction looking. “Jack, get your ass in gear, boy and get those cows away from our bleeding gunpowder.”I looked to my left and saw a veritable giant of a man in forest greens standing in the shade of a spreading chestnut tree with a long dagger in his hand and an Indian style “tomahawk” in his wide leather belt. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly seemed to know me. I figured that my memory of this other time would come to me soon just like in the other trip into the past.I just grunted because I was.