Okay, so I don’t know if being attracted to girls makes the cruel sort of comparisons women make with each other worse. I just know I was in love wi...h my wife’s face and not my own. But either way, I know I’m going to sound either stuck-up and pretty or like one of those flirty fakes who needs everyone to validate her. I suppose I knew deep down I was a sexy pint-sized blonde, it just never settled into my psyche. And I was about to show off to a couple I’d traveled halfway across the world to. I hoped he masturbated watching me. I loved it when guys witnessed me fucking women. “They must have heard the rumors that Becky’s cock breeds every woman she fucks.”“We have,” Sabrina moaned.“Uh-huh,” the cheerleader beside her moaned, her platinum-blonde hair gathered in a pair of naughty pigtails. “We want to be bred. Right now! That was so hot watching you suck your own dick.”I grinned at her, my stomach still store from bending almost in half to do it. I swept my gaze over the cheer team.. We were both pretty much speechless by her offer. Tim manged to compose himself enough to ask when. She told us to walk home with her. It was difficult for us to keep up a conversation on the way home as we were all so horny. I couldn’t believe that I was finally about to achieve the ambition of all randy teenagers – to shed my virginity. When we reached Donna’s house, she let us in and took us up to her bedroom. She told us not to worry and that her mother would not be back until at least. I sat ... err ... stood ... err existed with all of the component parts of matter whizzing round me as reality fell apart. And it was my fault.How the fuck do you restart a universe? Everyone was gone, dead, and it was all my fault. I nearly cried. Mum, Dad, even my little sister who was a terminal pain in the arse, gone, dead. OK, I cried.I wished I'd never changed PI, and I hadn't.Now this might get a little confusing, just try to bear with me. Remember time is something a god created for.