”“She asked.”“You talked.”“Yeah, but she wanted to go, and I wanted to put this theory to a real test before we start the analysis. Seeme... like serendipity to me.”“Be that as it may,” Azami said, “Why would you think this was a good idea?”“Have you even checked on the thread, or are you just reacting to the decision itself?”“Oh, I checked it.”“And?”“Four hundred years of temporal chaos in the Mediterranean.”“…Awesome.”“Not sure I’d call it awesome, but she’s not entirely wrong,” Azami offered,. But I love you. I can make it right!”“You can't, SAYURI-CHAN!”Miyu's bowels spasmed hard about Yoshiko's plunging dick. The Japanese girl came beneath her body, writhing, bucking, bowels milking her dick. Sayuri gasped, pumping faster and faster, feeling the same rapture that Yoshiko did. The pressure built towards the tip of her girl-dick buried in Miyu's hot ass. The velvety friction swelled the pressure. Her orgasm came closer and closer. Every stroke brought her that much nearer to. "Carol, where do you keep the baby oil?" "Under the sink honey." I grabbed the bottle and headed back to bed. What a lovely sight. She was lying in bed with that beautiful ass staring up at me. I climbed on top of her and sat on her butt as I pored the baby oil on her back I leaned over and kissed her neck. "Oh Matt I never knew you were such a romantic. Linda is one lucky girl to be married to you." "Well thank you." I continued caressing her and massaging her back. Letting my fingers work. "It is the same for me." He said softly."Then why do we do nothing?" I ... I am..."Dysea lifted herself along his body ... feeling his flaccid cock between her thighs as she settled onto his lap. She ignored the shiver of pleasure it caused her and she took his face in her hands. "You are afraid." She said softly, her face showing her surprise. "You fear ... you fear you will lose me as well?"Martin met her stunning emerald eyes with his own dark brown ones and slowly nodded his head. Dysea.