" A strategy?" Yes. You've been fretting about reaching your thirties without having partaken of some of... life's experiences. I think what we ought ...o do is go back in time, and give you a chance to make up for it." You have a time machine, then?" Well. It's kind of a crude one. But I've been thinking about it. I think it'll work. First of all, save a little room, here, in this restaurant, for dessert. We won't be having dessert here. We'll go to another place I found."Alice dutifully watched. But he had a very firm sweet hard as a rock no fat body, and I was delirious at my good fortune.He broke the silence by telling me had to leave in about a half hour to go pick up a friend. I got the hint and immediately straddled him facing toward him. I reached behind and grabbed his hard cock. I placed the small tip against my trembling wet asshole, took a short breath, grabbed and spread both ass cheeks and sat down on that long cock, stretching my asshole, driving it all the way inside me.. Your cream pie’s starting to run down my legs though. Want I should spread out and let ya dig in?”Ariel moved to give Hulda space. There was no avoiding the cold, wet spot. “Yes, but I kind of made—”Hulda plopped onto the bed. “Oof that’s cold.”“Yeah, as I was saying. I made a mess.”“Aye! Ya did your part an had a frigging good time.”Ariel groaned.Hulda solved the problem with the simple expedient of spreading the coverlet under her butt. Hulda put herself on display, legs spread and dripping. Bad idea because Busther dropped back down onto my face like a sack of bricks. The only reason she didn't break my face is that she must have done this before, bounced her pussy from a foot above and down. Experience. "I said, 'don't move.'"Busther rose again. Margie was on the floor behind her. She reached around and unsnapped Busther's pants and slowly inched them down. I was able to see her ass cheeks and then her hairless pussy. Busther stood up and Margie pulled the pants all the way down..