“You seem to believe very easily in this whole concept of Time Machines and Time Travel, Davey?” I said.“Well, I wouldn’t understand the scien...ce necessarily, but the idea has such a romantic quality to it, I had hoped that it was possible,” Davey replied.“Well, I have some rather amazing and disturbing information to pass on to you, but you gotta swear to not say a thing to anybody, especially anybody here right now, OK?”“Cross my heart!” he said.“OK, Linda and I are lovers,” I said.Almost. Somehow this old man had discerned my deepest, darkest fantasy, my secret desire to have my darling, faithful, gorgeous wife give herself willingly to other men. Before I could speak the old man gave one more solemn nod and made a strange gesture with his hand. ‘Be it so.’ was all he said. He moved back into the shadows at the back of the shop. I heard the creak of a door opening and waited several long minutes. Finally he re emerged and handed me a long rectangular wooden box. ‘This,’ he. A minute or so later Kirsty stopped and took Karen's place and Karen put her fingers in Angie. They each took it in turn to finger fuck Angie, even the lads. By the time the fourth person was doing it, Angie had stopped struggling and was enjoying it. By the time Jake took over Angie was bucking and screaming — for more.When they'd all finished, Kirsty turned to Debbie and me and said, "As our hosts we would be honoured if you would take part in our ritual. Please feel free to use Angie's pussy. I was starting to get dissapointed, like we were building some kind of friendship here with that guy). Finally the dinner was over and we were going back in our hotel. Once we got back there he asked us if he can join us in our room for a glass of red wine (he brought a bottle of wine). I said sure, so the three of us headed toward our room. So, we were drinking our wine when he finally started to touch my wife. Omg, what a feeling. A strange guy touching and massaging my wife in front of me..