It was also decided that missions could not ever go further back than the day of invention by Cathy Newheart. This way the past could not be significa...tly altered.The process needed a gate anyway to be made from the point of destination and the point of origin, so the experiment would have to be into the future, with the gate being in a locked secret room in the hills of Hollywood.Four young elite men were chosen to undertake this task. Men still pretty much controlled the military, and this. Imagine somebody named 'Frank Smith" with all the wonderful, and sometimes barely pronounceable names in sports these days. Smith didn't even have a tattoo or a beard."Youth must be served," the big man said, leaning back on the cage and stroking his chin. He looked contented, professorial, stoic; one of those at least."That's the God-honest," I said, forcing myself not to stick my hands in my back pockets."What's next?" he asked, wrinkling his high forehead."This Smith boy doesn't get some. He openedthe back door, took some pillows from the seat and placed them in front ofthe back window and then we both got in the front seat.He took a sun screen from the dashboard and opened it thus effectivelyblocking any view from the outside."Those actions were so practiced you must have done this before." Not with another guy, but I jack off a lot." What a waste." Yeah, well I do what I gotta do. There is not always a good cocksuckeravailable. I get a lot of false starts with guys, they come. Is it amazing?"Without saying anything, she crawled over to me and settled between my legs. "Oh my god, what are you doing?" Just go with it. It's only touch." I watched her smooth the skin back, pulling my lips apart with the flat of her hand. Id' never been touched like that. I was electrifying. Her butt stuck up as she rested on her elbows, lowering her mouth down, tongue out and licked upward over my slick vagina. The feeling was so intense it jolted me."Ohh, fukkkkkk..." I said. She smiled.