"We used to go here for girl scouts," she offered as an explanation. "We sometimes use it as a place to be... you know... private."In the dark, I coul...d just make out Wendy's blush as she said that.In another quarter mile, there was a clearing. Wendy pulled into the clearing and parked.Wendy got out of the car, and Patty behind me told me to get out as well. I did, and we were all out of the car.Wendy had the back hatch open and pulled out a blanket and spread it on the ground.The other two. I was confused and couldn't quite work it out. She asked, "Well slut you want to suck some cock?"I nodded my reply. Suddenly a man appeared in front of me and dropped his pants, an erect cock bounced free. I opened my mouth and took it deeply down my throat. I gagged for a few heartbeats then relaxed as he drove his tool down my throat and began to face fuck me with gusto. I finally realized what was going on but surprisingly I didn't care anymore."Oh yeah that's it. He'll suck any cock that. .." Let's suppose we have no better precision than about three or fourhours," I said; "so to be sure we arrive no later than we want, we needto try to turn it more than a twentieth of a turn but less than a tenth:roughly nine hours, plus or minus three hours." Yes, and that gives us a better chance of arriving when the laundry roomis empty, early in the morning. -- Let's go," she said, as we heardfootsteps in the hall outside. She hooked my arm into hers, and twistedthe time machine. There. ”“Well, Lynn, I loved doing it.”“It was nice, Bill,” she said, then scooted over next to me and laid her head on my shoulder.I was surprised and pleased. And my cock was too. It began to swell and said, “Things are looking up!”We had good conversation as we ate at the Japanese restaurant. Lynn was beside herself with joy when she watched the young chef flipping his spatulas and swiftly chopping the chicken with such flare.“Oh, Bill! This is so exciting! I didn’t know that places like this.