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  • Kira was still busy so I eased back in my seat and let my mind wander as the pod continued on its way. That time, long, long ago, when I had listened to that lecture by the Astronomer in residence suddenly came back to me. The things he had said. The theories and possibilities he had talked about had all come true. Time travel was not only possible it was a proven reality to me. Time travelers were indeed walking amongst us as we went about living our daily lives. I lifted my hands and looked at them. They were as good as new and I took a deep breath feeling the clean air filling my lungs as I slowly exhaled. The wonders of Forty-first century medicine. We can rebuild him. We have the technology. It was one thing being as good as new but I would always be a man reality out of time. That would never change and I didn't want it to. I had been born in the Twentieth century and was only living the rest of my life in the Forty-first. Remembering who I was in my first life was something I never wanted to forget or take for granted. The pod came to a stop at a junction heels as it waited for a zippy sleek silver centipede-like monorail to pass. It hummed softly as it floated about three feet off the ground as I turned my head to see a crowd of people standing next to what looked like a stall selling food. A small figure suddenly stepped forward peering through the canopy of the pod and I found myself looking at what appeared to be a young female child who was staring at me with curiosity. She was tiny and I gave her a smile and brief wave as she glanced up surprised at the woman I presumed was her Mother standing riding next to her. Then she looked at me again and waved shyly back pulling down her red hat over her bald dark grey head with her huge black eyes shining in the late evening sunshine. Look at you. Aren't you the most amazing thing on a day that had been full of amazing things. I winked at her and her darkish brown beak opened wide into what I imagined was a smile as the pod continued on its journey.� We were back inside the same building where I awoke and Kira had introduced me to an older man with thick, swept-back grey hair called Dako San who was head of the team Hardcore Sex that looked after her time machine. There were a number of others in the room in what teasing I presumed was a debriefing and I found myself the center of attention. This Dako San shook my hand enthusiastically and gave me a hug before he stepped back to look me up and down. At least handshakes were still a thing. "Pash an tow, Kira!", he grinned as they both looked at me, "Pash an tow!" The girl kissed him on his weathered cheek and ruffled his hair. "Nee dey seeah," she whispered back, "Tuvok blowjob poe Einglish tow." Dako San slapped his forehead and reached behind his right ear. Their intention seemed to be on the texture and the feel of the fabric and not on the object so close to reality them, nor, on the effect they may have had upon it. Febe thanked her date for a good night. teasing It had endurance. “By the way, how are your parents?” She could hear his groan as she started to pleasure him and it turned her on so much knowing she was giving him that much enjoyment. Instead, he examined her purplish face smugly. “Your shoulders are always so tight,” she whispered. The look of thinking there was a good chance that you could take them, get away with the theft, and no one could stop you. I could have flagged it as inappropriate. “Sounds good.” He said before I kissed him three times all slow while I moved my hips so me and daddy were humping each other. Her mind raced. It made me throb hard. Call me later. Her white-blonde hair was in a braided ponytail, and her skin was as pale as the moon. We arrived at the cabin then stayed just long enough to unload the car. The 20year old was Sonia's only son & he had hypnotized her last year. “Did I hurt you slave? I might not be firing much jizz, but I can still make your mother howl her head off.” Michael leaned down and gave her a gentle passionate kiss. “I am,” gasped Kora as blowjob I fluttered my tongue against her clit, reaching past her wrist to brush it. I promised that girl I’d help heels her. A knock at the door startled her and she sat bolt upright with a whimper, panting and briefly confused “W-what?! Amit was about to leave when I said the most unexpected thin, “What about my tip Amit?” Amit riding turned back, and all the guys burst into laughter. This wasn’t like a bruise that became invisible, Hardcore Sex this wasn’t even like a cut that turned into a scar. My brother heard me come up. Keep that phone nearby. That's grand theft."