Can she sense that from where she is? Does she too imagine the flesh, my flesh or her own, as part of this twisting of time, where yesterday becomes t...oday, and where past becomes present and future? Does she control time to that extent, where she can place herself beside me, where our bodies once again touch, but this time with no armour and with no boundaries?Can she feel my hardness in her own hand, as I now take it within mine? Can she feel the pulse of desire throbbing as she cradles it in. He just groaned in response.His dick was long enough to reach my lips. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the head. I let my saliva dribble down his shaft to keep it lubed.I heard a moan come from the couch. Wendy's hand was in her pants. I could see her wrist flicking. She was fingering herself.I bounced my tits faster. Raj had to stifle a loud groan."Damn, it feels good," he mumbled.Wendy's hand was pumping in her pants. A little squeal slipped past her lips. Her eyes were glued on me.I. “Izzy! What on earth happened?”“I don’t want to talk about it.”“Has he hurt you?” She shook her head. “Have you had a row?”“You have to talk to someone to have a row,” she grunted.“You’re not even speaking?” I asked. She shook her head again.“Oh my God, Izzy. What happened? Has he slept with someone else? I asked, horrified at the prospect of my little girl being hurt.Izzy couldn’t meet my gaze. Instead, she looked at the floor and her shoulders sank.“No Mum,” she mumbled. “He didn't. I did!”My. ”“Fuck my ass. I love it. I love being a dirty girl. I am going to cum.”And she did. She caught me off guard and stiffened up as she came. It wasn’t her loudest orgasm but it was a strong one. She seemed to stop breathing for a few seconds as she came. I did not move for fear of hurting her (and me!) and watched in amazement. When she came down a bit I asked her if she liked it.“Oh my god. I loved it. Did you cum? I want you to cum in my ass.”I gently rolled her over with my cock still in her.