Walter was telling Mike about what just happened.Mike turned to me and said, "You took him to Omaha Beach?" Yes. He was being stubborn. He wouldn't be...ieve me, so I took him to see something that would make him believe ... or I hope he believes me now," I said."Damn, what I would do to be in a B-52 at Pearl loaded with cruise missiles. I would sink the entire Japanese carrier fleet before they could launch," he said."You cannot change history. You cannot interact with them," I said as I sat. Ever. And I know what you are giving me is a gift. And one that I could never have possibly imagined ever receiving. I will treat it as such. And anytime you decide you don’t want me to… you know, just say the word and it will stop.”“Oh, uh… You plan on doing it again?” she asked. Actually, yes I had. I’d figured that this would kind of be a regular thing. Then we spoke over each other in a way that two people that just started an awkward conversation can.“Oh, did you not…”“I thought that. I’m going to cum in you so much. You’re going to have a rapist’s baby.” I held her down while she tried yet again, but she was tired. Her muscles were betraying her from putting up a fight any longer. I rolled her nipple with my fingers, knowing how much she loves that. The familiar feeling was building up in me. I started moving in her faster and harder. I let go of her hair and the knife, leaving it on the side of the bed. I was completely focused on filling her up.She was moving with. His lips left hers and ran down to the hollow between her neck and shoulders. Her head dropped back against the cab of his truck and her eyes fluttered closed. If he hadn’t had her pinned against the side of the truck, she was sure she would have fallen. His lips worked their way back to hers, his tongue dueling with hers, making her cry out. Her hands inched their way under his shirt. She could feel his arms shaking and she wanted him to know it was ok to let loose with her. He moved his.