Mary sighed, completely awash in desire. She pushed Autumns hand away, and kissed her breasts again. She then proceeded to kiss her way down her soft ...belly, licking her belly button, until she reached the top of Autumns jeans. Mary could hardly contain herself. She tugged the waistband down, and whipped the jeans to the floor. Autumns lacy black panties were the only thing between Mary and the object of her desire. Mary whipped off her own skirt and thong, and pulled Autumns panties all the way. As I approached the outhouse that sat behind the rough hewn wooden shack, I was struck once again by how many things in the future mirrored things in my times. Thinking about the time I came from led to thoughts of my family and friends back in the nineteenth century. How long, I wondered, would it be before I saw them again? My sainted mother was elderly for the times in which she lived. Would she even be alive if and when I made it back?I finished my business and headed back to the line. I'm happy to let him take the controls and have never had any bad worriesabout his driving abilities other than he does tend to drive a bitquickly at times.Besides I've never really wanted to drive a car wearing heels. I justthink it would be crazy to try in case we had an accident.So I get in after he de-activates the central locking and clip my seatbelt in and then arrange the diagonal strap between my breasts. My skirtrides up and as we drive to the office his right hand finds his way ontomy. The reflection in the glass looked like a cross between a still from a film-noir movie and a Helmut Newton fashion shot. She felt impossibly glamorous and delighted in it.Inside, a security man at the door checked her invitation with less attention than her outfit. He directed her to the cloak room where a man in the uniform of a 1950’s hat check girl complete with pill box hat, short flared skirt and fishnet tights offered to take her coat. She exchanged it for a numbered tag.Back in the.