My teenage years consisted primarily of going to my small school from 7 to 2, working at our store until about 8 or 9 and then finally going home and ...trying to do enough school work to pass my classes. In the end, I think the experience helped me gain a decent work ethic and some sense of responsibility. But at the same time my social life was pretty much non-existent. The bulk of social interaction I had were the customers who came into the store and a few friends from school who would keep me. ”“I really don’t think he knew anything about it. He was just trying to give you an intimate gift.”“It isn’t just this, Marcy.” I complained. “He’s always showering me with gifts; it’s not normal. If I say I like something, it magically appears all wrapped up like this.” I held up the box and noted a dry-cleaning receipt fell out. The fucker had the panties dry-cleaned before giving them to me!“Can you imagine what it’s like to be constantly doted over like that?”“Heaven?” she responded in a. Only less than an inch of plywood separated us and I cold hear his breathing behind me. He slowly began to stroke his cock in and out of me and I could hear him whispering to me how good my as felt and how tight it was. I began to massage his cock with my ass muscles and he moaned deeply with pleasure when I did so. If this wasn’t ass fucking heaven it was close. We both just stood there he slowly rhythmically working his cock in and out slowly stroking my ass. On occasion he would withdraw. " Did you feel in danger going back in time, like you might not get back or that something might hurt you?" Bill asked me."No, not really. I wasn't really paying attention." I thought for a moment. "Mostly I felt frustrated that I couldn't affect anything. All I could do was observe." That's still a lot, Douglass," he said, "and it is probably a good thing we can't alter the past. There are many books written about what would happen if time travel was possible and someone changed the future by.