As soon as he found the light switch and flicked it on he knew why it felt familiar. It was his room in his parent's house from his teens. Looking aro...nd, he saw his calendar on the wall, where it had always been hung. According to it, today was September 1st, 1984.Peter wondered if it had all been a dream. If it had been, it was the most realistic dream ever. The memories of the dream did not fade, like memories of dreams normally did. No, they were as clear as any memory. Was he dead? Was. I told her we would meet her outside the secure area. I hung up and looked at Tamara."Are you okay? You look white as a ghost." I'm afraid your mother won't like me." Relax. I want her to like you but since I love you, it won't change things." I love you too, but I'm still apprehensive."I paid the bill and we went to the waiting area. I spotted her walking up. My mother has silver hair and is about five-seven. She just turned sixty-nine and is very sure of herself. I walked up and hugged her.. A mixture of blood and juice was being forced out of her with every thrust. Meanwhile on the floor, behind Tom, a second girl had one hand down her knickers, scrabbling in the curls, whilst the other was pulling and pinching the upstanding nipples on her proud breasts.Robert stood there, transfixed, rubbing his extended part, which was still slick from its earlier work, whilst the girl entertaining his son screamed in ecstasy. The other girl, got up and ducked her head towards the conjunction. " Kayla agreed.An hour or two later after visiting about a half a dozen sex toy websites Kayla and Alex realized two things about their parents, one that they had spent a couple thousand dollars acquiring their toy and equipment collection and two that their parents were a lot kinkier than they had ever imagined."Hey, it's Friday." Alex said."Yeah so?" Kayla replied not seeing what difference the day of the week made."So if we both "go out" tonight Mom and Dad will probably use it as a chance.