And it's not as if you've been unfaithful to your husband with another man."She finally lifted her head and looked at me, her lovely face was streaked...with tears. Her trousers were still unzipped and gaping open, the view I had of her shaved pussy was so unbearably tempting. A few strands of her chestnut hair were stuck to her face; I brushed them back and stroked her face. I kissed her softly on the lips, allowing my mouth to linger. I said, "Shall I go, or would you like me to stay a while?". After i finished a shower, i went into the sauna. I was more then happy to find the sauna empty. after a few minutes i began to totally relax. I let my towel fall open and before i realized it i began rubbing my cock. soon, my cock was rock hard and i was stroking it faster and faster. suddeenly, the door opened and a guy walked in. Then man was tall with a strong build. I quickly tryed to cover my hard on but it was too late. ‘dont stop on my account’ he said. of course i did and nevousely. ..”And I spent the rest of the hurried walk to the flying machine port trying to figure out what on god’s green Earth and red Mars that meant.The flying machine port of New York City was built on an out-thrusting spit of artificial land that looked out over the bay. Truly hideous in its modernity, it was an example of everything that architecture had lost in the transition to the 20th century. No decoration, beyond what posters could be slapped up by underpaid workmen. Nothing but hardened. Tricia, memorize today’s date, and trust your instincts. It’s him.’”“NO! ‘Memorize the date and time!’, not ‘memorize today’s date’. And there were two ‘ands’. You have to get it right! You have to get it perfect, or else you could cause a paradox.”Tricia blinked. “Perfect? What do you mean?”“I mean you have to do it perfectly! You can’t change the message, in any way! And it’s not just the words. It’s all the actions as well! Every thrust, every groan, every pause, every facial expression,.