When am I? What date is it?“Good Friday, the fourteenth day of April in the year of our Lord 1865.”Oh god! No!“Do not take the name of our Lord ...in vain, Demon Ramie.”No. It can’t be. I’m dreaming. You aren’t real.“I’m real. It is you...”Miranda, it’s the day they shot President Lincoln!“What? No! They can’t. Who?”An actor. John Wilkes Booth.“But we’ve just won the war. Lee surrendered. That’s why we are traveling.”I was afraid to say anything. I tried not to think. When I held my breath, I. I shoved my fingers in her pussy, rubbing her clit, and then i slowly began to fuck her violently in the ass, pounding for what seemed like an eternity in a filthy alley. getting faster, going deeper, slapping her bare ass. shes screams a lot, so i fishhook her with my right arm and continue. her tears streaming across my fingers, wiping away the filth, and the dirt. i switch holes, and fuck her pussy. her cries slowly turn into mixed moans of pleasure and pain. her ass red, i finish inside her. ‘Not only do you have truly remarkable tits which look stunning in that tight top,’ he said, ‘But you have a beautiful bottom to match. The whole combination has had this effect.’ He pointed at his tented underpants. ‘Thank-you for the compliment,’ grinned Emma. ‘I’d like to help you deal with it this time, if I may?’ ‘That would be great,’ said Simon. ‘How do you, um, like it best?’ said Emma. She bit the side of her lip uncertainly. ‘Shall I use my hand?’ Simon nodded, and eased down the. Transfixed.“Oh fuck hun, that‘s it,” I heard my mum cry out. I watched their licking session and had decided that I wanted to let them know that I was there. I wanted to shout out, or burst into the room naked and just join in. I knew I wanted to do those things, but I didn’t, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move.I watched my mum have an orgasm. She lifted her head up from Jo’s thighs and cried into the room with sheer ecstasy repeating the words ‘Yes’ over and over.I slipped back out of view.