Leseprobe
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Free Use Time Travel 2: Knocking Up The 50s Carhop
Scarlet FoxxFire, Amber FoxxFire
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Belletristik / Gegenwartsliteratur (ab 1945)
Beschreibung
Once Martha had shown me to my room, I took a small nap, then awoke with a vigor to explore the town.
It was a small, one-horse town with not much going on, but one thing it had going for it was a busy diner - complete with carhops on skates.
Man were they hot!
One that I had my eye on as I walked into the place had a name-tag that read: Betty. She was a tall, brown-haired, green-eyed, olive-skinned beauty who instantly melted my heart.
Her long legs effortlessly pumped her skates and the way she balanced the tray in her hand with all that food and drink was amazing.
When she turned to me, smiled and winked, I knew I had to have her.
Excerpt:
Once Martha had shown me to my room, I took a small nap, then awoke with a vigor to explore the town.
It was a small, one-horse town with not much going on, but one thing it had going for it was a busy diner - complete with carhops on skates.
Man were they hot!
One that I had my eye on as I walked into the place had a name-tag that read: Betty. She was a tall, brown-haired, green-eyed, olive-skinned beauty who instantly melted my heart.
Her long legs effortlessly pumped her skates and the way she balanced the tray in her hand with all that food and drink was amazing.
When she turned to me, smiled and winked, I knew I had to have her.
*****
I wasn't supposed to be here. I'd probably already upset the time-line as it was by fucking Martha, the house-wife - and likely knocking her up with my potent seed.
God was that a hot ride!
What did it matter, then if I fucked up the time-line even more? How much more trouble could my free-use pills get me into, anyway?
With a heart-shaped face, full, plump lips and bright, sparkling eyes, Betty was one fine chick.
I pegged her as no more than 19 and she absolutely melted my heart.
Ordering some 50s fries and a Coke, I went outside and watched her zig-zag her way through the parking lot, twirling around the pristine-looking hot-rod cars and smiling at all the guys who honked at her.
I was completely obsessed with her. My cock was so tight in my pants that I thought it was going to burst right through.
A bit later, she delivered the fries and soda.
"Why don't you sit down and take a load off for a few?" I patted the table beside me.
She looked at her watch and smiled. "I've got a break in five minutes. You're cute, so why not?"
