She’d awakened, still lying on the ground, surrounded by people she didn’t know, dressed in a style of clothes that clearly weren’t from 1956. T...e way the handful of people around her were dressed reminded her of her childhood in 1910 or perhaps even before.Then she noticed it was early afternoon not evening. Her wondering why the people were dressed the way they were was quickly replaced by wondering, briefly, how long she’d been lying on the ground before someone saw her.Giving her head a. He could see the outline of her bra underneath her blouse. He guessed that she was a B cup, which filled her perfectly with her small frame. He also noticed that her nipples were hard. Of course, he thought to himself, she's probably fantasized about me, all of my female fans have. Jasmine was wearing a short matching blue skirt that stopped two inches above the knees. Not too short, but just short enough to tease he thought. Then he noticed that Jasmine was quietly looking at him with what he. Mack groaned as his prick slid up into his sister's moist hole, her pussy first swallowing the big purple mushroom cockhead, then the veiny shaft, until finally his stiff muscle was balls-deep inside her. His eyes closed and he thrust his hips up at her. I swear I could hear her moan from beyond the duct tape. John was pawing his sister's breasts and pulling on her nipples while she rode Mack's stiff prick. Her eyes were closed -- it almost looked like Elizabeth was enjoying fucking her. At the end of three months I proposed. Given the way we felt about each other I expected the proposal to be a slam-dunk so I was stunned when Fiona said no."But why not? We are perfect for each other." I won't marry you because I don't want to give up my independence. What we have is working and I don't see any need to change things."I worked on her for another two weeks, but she wouldn't budge on the matter. I finally decided to drop the matter before I ended up screwing up what we already.