I want my David, but this David isn't the man I fell in love with." Abby softly wept.Quiet reigned in the kitchen, save for the occasional sniffle. Fi...ally June squeezed Abby's hand. "I'm sorry I pushed so hard and upset you. For all the time we spent talking since the divorce, I never quite understood what you saw in David. Honestly, I still don't. But I won't push men on you anymore. Well, not for a while at least. I'd better go before I put my foot in my mouth again. Don't forget you have. Every slow, wet, tender kiss. I felt each one in my whole body. He continued to suck at my neck as I slowly slid one of his hands down the front of my pants, not wasting time to play with the red lace underneath them that I had worn in case of this special occasion. I kept my hand on his and glided his fingers in a circular motion around my hot mound, telling him I wanted us to feel me getting wetter together. My juices were boiling from my spiked body temperature. He let out a low growl into. I also knew it was fruitless to try to change history that was destined to happen anyway. Instead, I committed myself to make the present and the immediate future a better one in both places and times.I enjoyed the time I spent in each place, although I have to say that I felt I was accomplishing more in the future. I also felt a greater sense of urgency when it came to helping out in the twenty-sixth century. That was because I knew from reading the future's history books that a golden era was. Judy flipped me on my stomach, grabbed my hair and pushed my face into the mattress then pushed her tongue into my whore hole she pushed my walls apart and I like a cheap hooker jump on her 13 x 7 inch cock and slid down even if it hurt like hell. Next thing I remember is waking up looking into those black eyes feeling as if I was sitting on a telephone pole, "judy what happened", to which she replied "nothing yet sweetie what do you want to happen" Instead of saying anything I began to slide.