I’m sorry,” I said in a rush, half rising from the table.“I won’t leave you, Dag,” she said, turning back to me. She came around the table a...d laid a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her and took a bite of oatmeal. I didn’t taste it, but it didn’t make a difference. Riley wasn’t leaving. There was no need to panic. The world was slowing back to normal. I was okay. She reached around and straightened my tie, flooding my senses with her fresh clean scent.“Can I ask you a question, Dag?” she. The walls were pretty much about to cave, as large cracks and gaps covered most of them, and the only exit had already collapsed, leaving her trapped.Remembering her situation, she took a look over herself, trying to tell what state time had left her in. To her surprise, she hadn't aged a day, still looking to be in her early twenties.Even more surprising was the fact she was naked. Her clothes, clearly, were not saved from the ravages of time, leaving her body on full display. Her time being. When we decided to move apart so we said nothing about having sex with others. So yesterday when I was out with my girlfriends, I was a little drunk and horny so I started to flirted with a black guy in the bar then I followed him to his hotel room and continued to drink and talk so after a while we ended up on the couch. I was so horny I have not had sex since last autumn, so I did not protest when he began to go under my dress and into my panties. I started to moan heavily when his fingers. "I felt around my bottom - through the dress - and then affected surprise."Oh, it's a butt plug. Sorry, didn't realise you'd be able to see it. Back in a sec."I returned shortly. I had fucked his wife, Annie, ten days ago and just as I had half expected her to flee when left alone, so I wondered if Nat would have scarpered. He hadn't.He was quite matter of fact, but smiling. "You mean I've been sitting here talking to my sister while she's squirming around with a toy up her arse? I wondered why.