‘That was beautiful,’ he grunted, ‘You’re beautiful.’‘I never want this to end,’ I panted.The sentiment seemed rational at the time, des...pite the reality that I would fly back to the UK just a day later.When we returned to the table, Elisabeth was being hit on by a wealthy Parisian businessman. That, and the wine, seemed to have dulled her sense of time. She never asked why we’d been so long. About an hour later she was pleading with me not to tell anyone back at the office that she was. Mom I would really like to lower my head to your lap so I can taste your skin above your stockings. But honey I am driving. I know mom, I would like to drive a little also. Drive you crazy that is. I laid down on the seat and put my head on mom's knee. She was looking at me while I looked up her skirt. Mom didn't have any panties on. Mom your pussy is beautiful. Baby, your making me wet. I moved my face under mom's skirt and began to lick her just above her stocking tops. Her legs started to. She began bouncing up and down on his rigid pole, while Adam sucked and toyed with her stiff nipples. After just a few minutes, I could hear her squeal, then moan as her body convulsed in obvious pleasure.“Oh, fuck, Adam….yeah….yeah….I’m cumming…..aaaaahhhhhhh….aaahhhhhhh….aaaaaahhhhhh…..shit, yeah…..fucking amazing……aaaahhhhh….keep going…..aaaahhhhhh….”Watching them in action, and hearing her exclamations of pleasure, I launched into my own warm, tingly orgasm, as I pulled on my rock hard. Still, it's hard to complain too much. Since your arrival, you've been accepted and given a home--no (well, a few, naturally) questions asked. And yet you can't help but feel useless. You never had much technological savvy to begin with, and now...it'd be like a 17th century tavern owner waking up in YOUR era, trying to figure out what a light switch is--let alone how electricity works.Once you get back to Earth, things might be a bit easier. While you doubt interest in 20th and 21st century.