" Vera said happily, her look drifted to me as I went for the hall "You doing something?" She asked not hostilely but sounding curious"Uh... not reall...." I shrugged, this was different. Until asking me about the playstation Vera hadn't talked to me this year unless she needed me to get something done around the house, which we both just mutually did in spite of her hating me."Wanna play with me?" She asked almost sound happy"I um... I guess." I said walking over, setting my glass down and. The fact that I was enjoying myself immensely was totally immaterial, because I had the overwhelming suspicion that the longer I stayed put in the past the more difficult it would be to return to the present.I was fortunate because there were no family members or friends to concern themselves about my absence and I doubted if my missing status had even been reported to the authorities. I estimated I had been in the past now for almost thirteen years of a normal timeframe. Yet, when I looked in. I placed my palm on her pussy, cupped it, started to caress. Ria bite her lips in pleasure, I ran my fingers between her legs, feeling her arse. She moaned in a low voice.I asked her to hold me for support, she kept her hands on my shoulder and bend a little towards me, her boobs were touching my face. Nipples were visibly hard under her clothes. I undid her buttons and she did not have bra inside. I let the shirt slid off her boobs. I placed my right hand on checking her nipples, and fixed my. The money she brought with her from Cuba, old American ten and twenty dollar bills, was the money that Mrs. Castro's mother and aunts had managed to squirrel away from their pre Fidel Castro (no relation) earnings as "hostesses" in some of the mob's gambling casinos in the wide open city of Havana, back in the 1950's.I met Queenie at her mother's nursery school, minutes after my mother had signed me in for my first day attending there. All the kids attending that school were outside in the.