But, anyway...I thought it time to give it another try. I had time to get back in the swing of things and I was just itching for a new adventure. So, ...hile at the office one day I decided it was time to talk to Carl again. "Carl my man." I started. "Yes," he answered. "Carl, does that time machine of yours still work?" I asked. "Oh yes," he said excitedly, "In fact it is better than ever. I can send you anywhere, anytime real quick now." "Good." I said, "Hey, you don't think we can try it out. Are you still stuck in the past?’ ‘Of course not.’ ‘Okay then.’ Philip placed some bills on the table as a tip. They walked out of the restaurant. ‘Why not give it a shot?’ Jasmine smiled. ‘Thanks, Philip. I appreciate it. I really do. But, I just can’t. I’m sorry.’ Looking down, Philip shrugged his shoulders. It was the first time Jasmine had seen him look humbled. ‘Okay. Suit yourself,’ he said again, this time in a very subdued tone. They walked back to work in silence. Jasmine was exhausted. No more than five foot tall, and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet she has large tits, at least a C cup maybe D with large, pokey nipples. I know this because they always seem to be trying to rip out of whatever tight top she is wearing. She usually comes to visit after her workout and she is dressed in yoga pants, so I can admire her clamshell pussy, and tight ass. She normally wears a tight shirt that does nothing to high her popping nipples.Today was no different and she had been there for about. Once we got the sleeping bags down, Samantha handed up all the items we had removed and then we stored the stepladder again. "We can't sleep together in these," Samantha stated."What's more important Sam? Being warm or sleeping together?" Both. I don't want to sleep away from you," I couldn't resist those big brown eyes."Okay," I said, giving in. "We'll use the sleeping bags for a mattress and then use some of the painting blankets for covers. They're not pretty and some have paint stains on.