"Rose," he said, patiently, "we live in a time machine."
She blinked. "Oh."
God, how he loved her huge eyes. Eye that looked at him with approval and with love. And what great tits she had too. He moved his hand a bit to express his love in intimate fashion.
"Oh," she said again, but with a rather different inflection.
"It's perfectly normal where I come from," he explained, not lying as such. "My sister and I used to do this sort of thing all the time."
Rose tried not to be aroused, because frankly this discussion was just getting worse every time he opened his mouth. She felt that perhaps he should do something else with his mouth, but then she felt rather weirded out by that thought, because he was, apparently, her son.
"I can't wait to see what our kids look like," he enthused, eyes bright and not all that rodenty. "I've met our granddaughter, but never the kids. Isn't time travel strange?"
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Date: 2006-04-14 11:19 pm (UTC)She blinked. "Oh."
God, how he loved her huge eyes. Eye that looked at him with approval and with love. And what great tits she had too. He moved his hand a bit to express his love in intimate fashion.
"Oh," she said again, but with a rather different inflection.
"It's perfectly normal where I come from," he explained, not lying as such. "My sister and I used to do this sort of thing all the time."
Rose tried not to be aroused, because frankly this discussion was just getting worse every time he opened his mouth. She felt that perhaps he should do something else with his mouth, but then she felt rather weirded out by that thought, because he was, apparently, her son.
"I can't wait to see what our kids look like," he enthused, eyes bright and not all that rodenty. "I've met our granddaughter, but never the kids. Isn't time travel strange?"