“SHHHH!” he said putting his hand on the pillow. The rain was still coming down hard, the occasional burst of lightning revealed our silhouettes i...side the tent.“Sorry...” I whispered; I really was sorry too because he had stopped touching me... and I still wanted him to touch me. Then he passed me my PJ’s and started to move back into his own sleeping bag.“Can I touch you?” I asked. He turned and looked at me. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to, but I thought maybe he would touch me again if I. . please, cum inside me and mark this ass as yours. It’s yours, Robert. It’s yours, sweet summer hubby! It’s yours for life! I really want to be yours, honey! I don’t ever want to stop being yours ... Claim me! Make me yours! This wasn’t fair to Jimmy ... he deserves a woman who loves him as he wants to be loved, but I know now that I was always in love with you ... that he could never have me all to himself as he wanted,” Kelly told me breathlessly, even as I erupted per her plea.“Damn it,. He had picked up a great deal simply by being on the periphery of the traveler briefings. He understood most of the rules.He knew there were rules about traveling back in time, just like everything else. But unlike other rules, these were because traveling through time was dangerous, the so-called ‘Butterfly Effect’ named after a story from an even earlier time than he found himself. No one knew how true it might be because there was no way to check and see, but everyone was afraid of changing. On many occasions, an organization called the AST began to attack them in order to exterminate them, but thanks to the help of another secret organization called Ratatoskr, they are free to get rid of the AST and thus the latter can give them a normal life. However, there was someone or something that was attracted or obsessed with spirits.Yes ... that's what they are called by the AST, because you have a completely beautiful or delicate body, because of the spirit.For example, the beautiful.