As I drove home they chatted away about stuff. When we got home they carried on in the lounge I went upstairs for a while to give them some space. Fif...een minutes later Donna called me down and said "Paula's stopping for tea".During our meal I leant that Paula's husband used to treat her bad, so she eventually left him and now lives on her own with nobody to share her life, she'd been on her own for six years. After tea we got the drinks out and as Donna and Paula carried on talking I was on. The gala itself was fantastic, I didn't even bother trying to pull - I wanted the memory of the day to linger. The two girls were waiting for me when I finished. Jeannie helped me out of my dress and took my make up off, sliding the silk negligee back over my head as Carla, bless her, kissed my body until her head was buried between my thighs and kissed my pussy before licking me until I had one final "good night" orgasm. The next day it was the turn for the next package, as we pulled into. No, no, no…I don’t want to cum too fast. I’d rather tease/torture myself a bit longer. I want to hold out as long as possible. Which won’t be much longer either way. My balls are drawn tight; it is no longer a saggy ball sack. That would be the first clue to any female that I was with…my orgasm is approaching and there isn’t a lot of time. I imagine you sitting there, fingers buried deep in your pussy, begging me to cum for you. My cock throbs with the thought of it. “Cum for me baby” you. "I lost her," George acknowledged. "And in the context of time travel, when you die, you die. Yes, you'll continue to exist in other timelines. But in this case, that particular conscious aspect of Elsie I'd known across parts of three timelines – that particular soul, if you will – was gone forever. For us to consider ourselves immortal was sheer stupidity. We were blinded by greed."I could see the anguish on George's face as he recounted this sad tale, could hear it in his voice. To keep from.