I think I’m pretty good and giving head and I could tell he was enjoying it.“Very good princess, but you take him down all the way down. Once you... start to gag swallow and push down deeper.”He sat up giving me a better angle pushing my hand off guiding them behind my back. We weaved his fingers in my blonde hair above my ears, now controlling my strokes. I relaxed my neck as he used my mouth for his pleasure pushing me deeper on deeper. I swallowed hard as he pushed himself down my throat. She openly looks at the all too obvious bulge at the front of my gown, and with a little laugh suggests we might both take our robes off. I do as I am told, to reveal my cock which is twitching around with a mind of its own as I feast my eyes on Kay’s voluptuous full figure scarcely contained by her lingerie. She openly looks right at it and, hands on hips, tells me to jerk myself off. I don’t need any second invitation, my hand is a blur on my shaft as I frantically wank myself. Inevtiably I. Even more disturbing was the feeling that caused me to reach between my thighs, which lead to me screaming, which brought my mother running into my room.I should mention that my mother running, in my previous life, which I can still recall so well, was out of the question, due to an accident that took her legs when I was a child. In this timeline, that would have been before this version of me was even conceived. Here, though, she is whole.I was blubbering when she entered my room and saw me. Very handsome. Turning, she gasped audibly as she realized she had been both right and wrong in her prescience.The man standing before was dark. Wuthering Heights dark. Heathcliff in the flesh. Wet your panties dark and handsome. He was young, too, she saw. She estimated by the lack of grey and the smooth unlined skin on his face that he was only a couple of years older than she was, but he could have been older, too. What took her aback, what surprised her was just how tall he was. He was well.