And, if I did wake up, I figured on it being Purgatory or Hell. I’m not sure either would be any worse than my actual experience.I was dying of COVI...-19 thanks to the Corona-virus. No one here knows anything about it. Hell, no one here knows about SARS, the Ebola epidemic in Africa, or a myriad of things I was very familiar with. Maybe this is a dream as I die, but whatever it is, I find myself transported from April of 2020 back to June 19th, 1991. I’ve gone from being a 64-year-old man to a. " I proceed as she said and heard a slightly lower moan from above. I also tasted the sweet juices that were now leaking more abundantly. I decided I liked the taste.I licked up and down her slit several times before she interrupted me again. "Now start at the bottom and open the slit with your tongue and lick up to the top." I did, getting more of the tasty pussy juice with each stroke. "Push your tongue a little deeper on each stroke," she said moaning throatily.This time when I got to the. The only viable method was by aerosol spray; the membrane in our noses can adsorb the chemical readily, straight into the blood stream. I ordered all research material sent to my office and then I set about deleting all other records from the company database. My training as a chemist, before I became Director of Research helped me now, I prepared a small scent bottle full of 'Nectar'; I was ready for my own small-scale trial.My wife of 8 years is a very attractive 32-year-old, with a trim. I'm on my way to get her now."What the fuck was going on here, Ken wondered. He knew from Ally's memories that her mother was strict, but this was ridiculous. "All right," he said, "Where are you taking her?" I thought back to the house, unless you don't want her there?" Jane's voice was a little worried."No, that's perfectly fine," he reassured her. "I'll meet you there." Master, she doesn't have anywhere to live." Jane sounded very upset."I'm sure that we'll be able to work something out for.