She would always come to my side of the bed and lean over it. She would start more at the foot of the bed, and then would migrate herself up, til she ...tarted putting her pussy right on my foot, directly on my toes. I don't know if she was hoping that I would move them, to rub her, or what her plan was, but, she would always do that. During all of this is when I caught her looking into our bedroom while I was getting out of the shower, I would close the door, and when I got out, the door would. Yet, every moment of her time in this artificial world she had been reminded of that sliver of youth.Emily never aged - at least not in the traditional sense of that word. Sometimes she had been older - for a few decades she's been a caring mother and grandmother. Sometimes, she'd been younger - reliving crucial parts of her childhood and teenage years, most often in warped versions of her original memories.All of those lifetimes of knowledge - all of that slow learning and adapting - had been. As she stood outside in the freezing cold winter air, rain poring down, in a long winter coat, she regretted the black denim mini skirt and thin pullover she had chosen to wear that night. A thick jumper and jeans would have been more appropriate, she thought to herself, as she waited for Gerald. And waited, and waited. As Beth, the only bar girl, started to leave, the boss asked who was stood the other side of the door. "Oh it's that blonde you've been talking about, must be waiting for a. I'm still teasing you. I see you're getting frustrated more. You don't mind because you know the orgasm is going to be amazing the longer you hold off. I remove your hand from my dick as I grab your other hand. Taking both of your wrists in one hand, I hold them together above your head. This just increased your desire even more. I run the head of my dick up and down your slit. I stick the head in and sit still for a moment. You try to thrust your hips to take in my dick, but don't succeed. I.