You tried to treat me like those men in some of those stories treated their wives. I was remembering my childhood all over and it was bothering me." W...hy didn't you come and tell me? Why did you stop confiding in me?" You became part of the problem, Jim. You wanted women like those in your stories. I read those stories and I can't be like them, Jim. I just want you," as she started to cry.I held her. My God, all these years she was holding so much in. I asked her about fantasies, whether she had. Annoyed at the interruption, she responded, ‘I’m afraid that I am not able to meet with anyone this morning. Is it possible that another of the loan officers might be able to help our customer?’ Chrissy was hoping that the receptionist would take the hint and direct the customer elsewhere. But her hopes were in vane as the young woman replied quietly, as though trying to keep someone else from hearing her, ‘I’m sorry, Ms. Stanton, but he refuses to speak to anyone else!’ Chrissy huffed out. As I looked down, she had three fingers buried inside her shaved snatch. I pushed mom back on the couch and dove face first into the crease between her spread legs. “Oh yes, yes, yes, lick it. Oh, my god, yes, please make me cum. I want it , don’t stop, don’t stop.” I focused on her hard clit and began to suck it between my teeth. “ Oh that’s it, I’m, I’m I’m gonna ahhhhh cuuummmmm!” As her body convulsed and she flooded my face with her thick woman cum. “Stop…Stop…soooo sensitive” as she. " Yes my friend, but I seem to have managed a whole year in the twenty-first century without losing any time. But come, I have many people here with me who are anxious to find out what has happened. You will need to speak English Lachlan."Scott turned to the tent and held the flap back, ducking his head into the gap. He reverted to speaking English."My friends, all is well. Welcome to ninth-century Scotland."He stood back from the tent and waited for those inside to come out. First out were his.