“I can’t remember everything my older self said.” Younger-Rebecca stared at her, open-mouthed. “This must be one of those paradox thingies,”...she muttered. “Do you know who I am, Rebecca?”Not awaiting an answer, she stepped away from the gate. “Don’t go through here,” she warned as Younger-Rebecca’s eyes flashed to the thin-lined, floating oval. Crossing to the bedroom door, she continued: “I’m going downstairs for a soda. I’ll bring you one too. We need to talk, Becs.”Flustered, Younger-Rebecca. And, three, because you have no choice -- I allow you none." He sat back."Why do I forget the good parts? Surely that's insanity..." Sharon was certain she was insane; people who remember what they want to are delusional, aren't they?"It is a defense mechanism. If it weren't for me, you would never do these things; your upbringing would have closed you off from them and you would have met a man who only asked of you what you considered to be 'normal'. The way you feel about the 'abnormal'. Whimpering and shifting as he settles in between my legs. "Calm yourself babygirl, I will take care of you." He chuckles making my pussy shiver hard. His tongue slides into my folds as I release a loud moan my legs spreading even wider. My pussy begining to push up to him as my eyes close. My head pushes against the carpet. "Ahhhhh fuck daddy right there!" I yell loud as my pussy throbs hard. He digs deep into my anus with his finger. Making me moan louder as my toes curl tight. His tongue. I had caught a couple of glimpses of it in the dark before, but nothing like this. She was showing me her butthole. And I loved it. I reached down and shoved my middle finger up her butt. Deborah gasped, lunged forward some, but not enough to really get away from my finger, and threw her head back, making her beautiful and damp hair fly. "Sit still bitch" I said and slapped her butt with my other hand. "I want to finger fuck your ass." Wow, it was tight. She squeezed.