As we shagged she moaned throughout and I knew she was close to coming again as she groaned louder as I rubbed her faster.Only a few minutes later she... let out a little scream as her climax ripped through her, I carried on fucking her and rubbing her until she begged me to stop. I pulled out and turned her around to face me, she looked at me and sweat dripped off her forehead as she smiled, I laid her down, opened her legs and slotted back in in the missionary position.As I built up speed she. She drank all of it when I was done and I was relaxed but then she surprised me.I had though she was weak and I had forced her to drink my pee, she got up and forced me to lie down. I resisted but she was strong. She was obviously taller than me but I never knew that she was so stronng. She made me lie on floor and sat on my face and grabbed my head. She then forced my head against her big bulging pussy and bang! She pissed her flow was so much that I could not control and it was all over my. My bladder happy, my teeth brushed and my breath minty fresh I thought about rejoining her but by then she was yawning and stretching, almost fully awake probably with her own urgent needs.I was opening cans when she disappeared into the washroom and cutting carrots into small chunks when she reappeared walking to her bedroom. Pouring coffee as she sat on one of the small bar stools on the other side of the narrow bar that separated the kitchen from our common room. At least she isn't naked, I. Each change, each tweaking of events,however seemingly insignificant, indelibly changes the timeline; sometimesfor better, sometimes for worse. Those trapped in its wake completelyunaware that their reality, re-created with each new fork in the timeline,exists within its ebb and flo.Given that changing the past is so fraught with difficulties, what of thefuture...or the present? The same two problems remain: stubbornobstinance and arrogance.Will Amy ever stop second-guessing the veracity of.