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Florida Is For Lovers

By: tony_tiger



Iimja slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was laying on his back on the ground. It was warm, which was good because he was naked, but not as hot as home. The sound of waves breaking came from not far away. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw palm trees against a blue sky with puffy white clouds.

"So far, so good," he thought. "Seems right."

This body would take some acclimation, so he proceeded slowly. He moved and flexed each limb. They were definitely bigger than he was used to. He turned his head from side to side. "So this was Florida." There were old pictures but no one had been there for centuries.

Carefully sitting up and then standing, he took cautious steps. The bulk of this body would take some care for a while. He felt something unusual at his crotch. A long flaccid penis and big hanging testicles slapped against his thighs. "Now THAT'S different!" he thought, "What would it feel like erect?" Well, that's what he was here to find out.

This man was from about 800 years in the future. His specialty was early human sexuality and this was a brand new research project. Other scientists and engineers had developed a form of time travel and his use was one of the first applications. Although unable to send matter itself back through time, they could send information to create a kind of avatar using local matter in whatever shape they desired, and then link it with his consciousness for animation while his actual body lay in a special container in his real time. He would feel as if he was in the other time and his experiences and memories would be transferred to his physical mind automatically.

With global climate change came significant changes in human society. The short version was that much landmass was now underwater, including most of Florida. Food sources changed dramatically, supporting only one fifth the number of people. Reproduction rates dropped dramatically so most births were clinical, not natural. Genitals atrophied and bodies got smaller for greater heat shedding efficiency and lower nutritional demands.

People now lived much longer since a "personality" could be transferred to a new cloned host body as needed by age or illness. Iimja (pronounced "Eye-m-ja") was over three hundred years old but his current body was about 50.

Most people enjoyed a bit of sex whenever their host body was in adolescence but it was considered more of a diversion and form of play than a serious activity. Iimja had discovered some ancient disks in a library collection more than a hundred years earlier and figured out how to decode and view them. He was fascinated to discover that they were something called "pornography". Understanding American English from the 1970s was a challenge, but he liked challenges, and developed an ear for it. They showed big hairy people with amazing breasts and genitals making a "big fucking deal" out of sex. They were after each other all the time in these documentaries. Watching how seriously they took copulation stirred some ancient desires in him and he avidly searched for more.

As he pored over his research material, Iimja noticed that his thin four inch penis became erect quite often. That hadn't happened since his last adolescence. "Hmmm, am I tapping into some primitive programming?" he thought.

He developed a list of sexual practices questions. Why was there so much oral-genital contact? How did anal sex fit into reproduction? Why did men ejaculate on women's faces, breasts, or pubic hair instead of in the vagina? What was the purpose of same-sex activity? Why did people urinate on each other? And more. 

Finally getting permission to use the new time travel tool, he decided to visit something called a "hippie commune" where sex was, according to the historical records, indulged in frequently with a variety of partners. That should allow gathering a lot of data in a short time. Working with the engineers, he modeled his remote body after a male figure in many of the disks named "John Holmes". The face was changed to a unique but handsome one.

As he approached the motley collection of buildings that was the commune, he was relieved to see that some people were nude, like himself, and some were dressed, and everything in between. Colorful garments were popular, like in the videos. As he wandered into the central area, an older woman with large sagging bare breasts approached him with a smile. "Hello stranger. You looking for us? What's your name and where are you from?" Iimja smiled back and tried to talk the dialect. He nodded a response to the first question and awkwardly, with his new mouth, said, "Name Eye-m-ja. Far away." She couldn't place the accent.

The woman reached out and gave him a big hug, pressing breasts like he'd never felt before against his bare chest. The big schlong started to fill, pressing against the belly of the woman. She stepped back and laughed, "Well welcome. I'm Mother May and I guess you like me too. That's a pretty impressive tool. You will be popular here. Are you hungry?"

Iimja nodded so she took his hand and led him to the kitchen. That distraction let him take control of his new pecker and deflate it. Unlike regular humans, he had a high degree of control over all his bodily functions and could override the autonomic processes as needed. That would be very useful later.

The vegetable soup was much better than any he had ever tasted before. May explained that they were vegetarians also using dairy and eggs. They raised as much of their own food as possible which explained the extensive gardens he had walked through and real chickens running about. They were being tended by folks of all ages. May kept glancing at his crotch where the 15cm flesh tube lay flaccid. He filled it enough to lengthen by 5cm and get thicker and saw May's nipples harden and project. He hoped that was a sign of arousal and that she would have sex with him later. 

After the meal May took him to meet other residents. Iimja had a photographic memory and later amazed people with his recall. He was taken to the garden and when he shook his head when asked about agricultural experience, he was left with Rebecca, May's oldest daughter. She was a lithe redhead with ample breasts and a furry red bush at her crotch. She was working naked like many others in the warm climate. He observed quite a range of ages and body types that afternoon. He was surprised how satisfying manual labor could be.

When he had to urinate he held his cock and asked Rebecca, "Where?" She took him to a small grove of trees and pointed his penis in the right direction with her hand. She then squatted down and emptied her own bladder, not the least bit shy about a basic bodily function.

When the worktime was done, all the folks went to the community shower and helped each other get clean. Iimja noticed that his penis got washed by women many more times than other men. It felt good but he kept it flaccid. It was nice to rub soap suds on Rebecca's body. Her nipples got hard too.

He was introduced at dinner to the rest of the commune "family". The vegetable lasagna was a new experience and very satisfying. Rebecca took him for a tour of the commune after dinner. An older barn served as the common area with kitchen, dining facilities, large group shower, and unisex toilets. Mother May lived in a simple one room cabin which boasted a toilet and sink behind a colorful cloth screen. The rest of the residents slept in a motley and haphazard collection of homemade shacks, tents, and old campers of various sorts. The mild climate didn't require much for shelter. He was amazed at how well they functioned with almost no technology.

Then they took a walk to the beach. He had never seen the ocean before and was fascinated even wading in the surf. He couldn't swim so that was enough.

Rebecca sat him on a log and knelt down between his legs. "You are sleeping with my mother tonight but I want to give you a welcoming present right now." Her hands went to his penis, or "cock" as it was often referred to in the videos, and began stroking it. That felt good it and began growing on its own reflexes. He just enjoyed the sensations. When it reached its full glory of 33cm for the first time, Rebecca was in awe. She'd known many cocks, but nothing like this. She leaned over and began kissing and sucking it the best she could. The sensations Iimja felt were the most sexually intense of his life. The adolescent copulations in his past were nothing like this. Remembering the videos of similar situations, he groaned appreciatively at her efforts and, after a reasonable length of time, ejaculated. It hit Rebecca in the face before she clamped her lips over the head to capture the rest.

"OH MY GOD!" she exclaimed after swallowing a mouthful, "You must not have cum for a long time!" He nodded. It was a first for this body and the pleasure in his groin was memorable too. She washed her face in the ocean and took him back to the compound.

Of course he would spend the first night with Mother May and her consort Reverent Bill. They always welcomed new arrivals in an intimate way. She led Iimja to the big mat in the sleeping area of their cabin. Sized for groups, the three of them fit on it easily. He now saw May naked and she too had a mass of curly hair in her crotch. Fleshy lips protruded and opened like gates of welcome when she lay on her back and spread her legs. His erection was at full size with the thoughts of what was about to happen. She looked at Iimja and said, "I've birthed three children but I'm not sure I can handle that right away. I want Bill to fuck me first to loosen me up for you."

That was fine with Iimja. He'd never seen live sex and would memorize what he was supposed to do. Bill's erection was about half the size of his own and slipped into May easily after their foreplay. He could see and smell May's arousal from this and understood better why it was done. 

Before long Bill's buns tightened and he groaned as he ejaculated. When he pulled out Iimja could see that May's pussy was swollen and wet. He moved closer and she reached for the head to guide him in. "Go slow. I'll pull you in as I get opened up." She put her hands on his hips and made him move in and out, ever deeper until he was three-quarters buried inside. He'd hit bottom. It was an absolutely exquisite feeling to have the warm, wet, silky sheath holding even that much of him. Bill was laying beside them, fondling her breasts. 

May was moaning continuously as he moved gently in and out, occasionally shuddering with a climax. Finally she begged, "Shoot inside me. Give me your seed!"

Iimja had a quick thought that there were not seed, or sperm, because he didn't want to disrupt history, but made no comment. He just released his prostate and flooded her vagina and womb with semen. She shrieked and shuddered with a huge orgasm when feeling the strong surge of hot cream fill her. He was amazed at the intense pleasure that he felt as his cock pulsed.

They lay quietly together. May said, "I've had a lot of men shoot in me but I never felt it like that. You are amazing." Iimja just nodded and noticed that Bill was licking his cock clean now that it had softened and fallen out of May. 

May rode his cock in the morning before they left the cabin. He liked that position because he could play with the bouncing boobs so unlike the women of his time.

Iimja never got a place of his own because there was always a waiting list of women who wanted to offer bed and more. With just over twenty mature females in the family, there was some grumbling about the wait to host him. Mother May pulled rank and would have at least one afternoon session with him each week.

The second night he spent with Rebecca who shared a shack with her younger sister. The sister was already noisily coupling with a man as Iimja began sex with his hostess. Rebecca guided him to eat her pussy to get it open and wet for his big tool. She started on top and was able to take a little more than half, which was plenty "fulfilling". Discovering that he didn't know how to kiss, she moved slowly on the big rod as she taught him that oral skill too. He really liked her. She was pretty and related to him quite well. After multiple climaxes, Rebecca began to tire. Her sister had finished with and dismissed her man, and was laying beside them watching. "Rebecca, can I have a turn?", she pleaded. 

"Only if you save his cum for me."

Iimja spoke up, "I have plenty for both of you. Just tell me when you want it." The sisters looked at each other is amazement. Guys usually had little control over their ejaculations, often to the girl's disappointment.

Miriam carefully climbed on, aided by a semen lubricated pussy. She took a little more of the length than Rebecca, but that didn't matter a bit. She rode for a while as her lover got acquainted with her bouncing breasts. Testing his claim, she asked, "OK, shoot in me now." He did and she came big time.

Rebecca got back on that still fully hard cock and rode to her own cum load and climax. Iimja slept with a woman on each side, a hand from each on the tubular treasure they had found.

Rebecca was still his garden supervisor so, after the experience that night, she would find excuses to walk him to a secluded location and enjoy his cock, and knew she wasn't detracting from his partner that night. She found that she was gradually able to take all of his length, although that did lessen the pleasure from her other partners a bit.

His mastery of ancient English grew rapidly. During the copulations with women of many ages, sizes, and shapes, he would question them about their experiences, feelings, and thoughts about sex. At this time in history, conventional culture promoted a covenant called marriage where a man and a woman pledged to be lifelong partners. This was supposed to encourage sexual monogamy, known paternity, and support of offspring. This was widely ignored, and especially so in the commune, as he discovered in his research. Married women in this group averaged more regular and occasional male sex partners than the single ones. There were two pregnant women, one married and one not. Neither could say for certain that they knew whose sperm had fertilized them and they didn't really care. They enjoyed his penetrations just as much as any other woman had.

He also sat on the beach or around a campfire with the men, drinking homebrew beer and wine, initiating discussions about how they felt about sex. At first envious of his endowment, they discovered that he was modest about it and their women were happy. The married men tended to have sex more with single women, perhaps subconsciously not wanting to intrude on another man's "territory" even though all espoused the belief that your genitals were "yours" to use as you wished. Privately, quite a few said that they felt they had to "reclaim" their spouse after she was inseminated by another. Probably some sperm competition just in case she was fertile. Unlike women, their capacity for intercourse wasn't unlimited. Some of the wives could keep their husbands so well drained in this way with their carnal activities that they wouldn't have the energy to screw another woman.

After he had coupled with all the interested women in the commune, he asked to stay with Rebecca. Miriam was thrilled, hoping to get some of his attention from the proximity. May finally agreed but on the condition that once a month he make himself available on her big mat to whoever wanted him. He was delighted.

He was delighted to see Rebecca coupling with other partners, often when he was nearby with the ever ready Miriam. He carefully observed Rebecca's reactions to the things they did to her and watched what she did to them. When they finished he liked to replay the session from his detailed memory with his body in place of the previous man. He also loved the feeling of a pussy freshly inseminated, a very erotic kind of lubricant.

With his bodily control, you can imagine what an event the monthly "fuck-in" was. The men would stop by to watch, simply amazed that any man, let alone a giant cocked one, could stay hard for hours, wearing out and cumming in one woman after another. Of course they were welcome to screw any interested woman who was waiting her turn with the star attraction. Many women preferred being loosened up at bit before taking that big shaft.

As the time drew near for the termination of the research visit, Iimja got depressed. He loved this rather primitive life. The vigorous exercise from garden and sex had him more toned than ever in his 300 years. He was having unbelievable pleasure with lots of loving people. He was falling in love with Rebecca. He didn't want to go back.

But he must. So one day he announced that he had to take a journey from which he might never return. There were many tears and lots of loving goodbyes. He walked naked into the woods to the place he had arrived, lay on his back looking at the sky, and felt his consciousness flowing away to the future. When it had gone, his temporary body began disintegrating into the molecules it had formed from.

The scientists were ecstatic at how well their device had worked. Iimja spent the next 50 years recording and analyzing his experiences. Another sex researcher, a woman, read some of his early reports and journeyed to meet him. She stayed a long time, fascinated by his stories and asking for demonstrations. She was 80 calendar years older than him and had lots of adolescent sex but nothing like he was describing. His own, modern body could do little of what he had experienced. He became angry. She was frustrated.

Together they created a project. His pilot research suggested some obvious follow up studies, so soon enough Iimja felt himself waking up looking at the Florida sky only a week, local time, after he left. Next to him was forming the porn star inspired body of Yssup, his fellow researcher. They had a thirty year mission planned and he could hardly wait to show her what these bodies could do.

Florida Is For Lovers: 30 Yrs. Later



Yssup felt her consciousness gathering in the avatar body. She opened her eyes to a blue sky and clouds. Turning her head to the side she saw a large unfamiliar man. He smiled, "Welcome to Florida my fellow traveler." It was Iimja. Wow, did he look different, but so will I. She raised her head and looked towards her feet. She couldn't see them because of the very large breasts in the way. "THAT'S real different," she thought. Her home body had A cups. These were F. Her body had been modeled after Virginia Bell, a busty beauty from that approximate time.

Iimja helped her stand up and learn to walk. Being so top heavy didn't make things easier. She had spent long hours with her mentor learning ancient English, customs, and other bits of useful information. But she couldn't practice with her body until she was in it. Arm in arm they walked slowly towards the beach.

Coming to the top of a dune, Yssup stopped in her tracks. This was utterly amazing! No wonder Iimja wanted to return. What an adventure!

She was a lot steadier by the time they got to the commune. Some kids saw them coming and ran out. Recognizing Iimja they escorted the two while one boy ran ahead to alert Mother May who met them at the edge of the buildings.

Yssup said, "You must be Mother May. I've heard so many good things about you. My name is Yssup and I'm Iimja's sister." They had decided on this cover for simplicity.

Surprised yet pleased, May hugged Iimja and then Yssup. "Welcome. Wasn't sure if you'd be back and here you are...with company even. Come in. Are you hungry?" They replied that they were more thirsty than hungry. 

Iimja escorted his "sister" around the commune, introducing her and pointing out things they'd talked about. At one point he said, "It is customary for newcomers to have sex with Mother May and/or Reverend Bill, her main companion. Are you ready to try out your new body parts?"

"I think so. Will you couple with me too?"

"In this time there is still some disapproval of sibling intercourse but there may not be much here. Anyway I think that you need to get used to normal size penises before you try mine. Rebecca is the only one who has been able to take me fully. We will be discreet when the time comes."

Reverend Bill did a good job with Yssup for her "first time". He was highly stimulated by the big firm breasts and brought his guest to a magnificent orgasm. Iimja happily banged May and did notice that Yssup wanted another ride in the middle of the night. In the shower the next morning Yssup confided that she had never imagined sex could be THAT much fun. 

The two of them roomed with Rebecca and Miriam. It did get a bit crowded at times when there were very many extra sex partners but no one complained. You just might get some more from the person on the next pallet.

Besides the ongoing sex lessons, aided by advice and demonstrations from Mother May, Yssup learned domestic skills. Her breasts were a handicap in the outdoor work so she learned that food can be prepared by other than a 3D printer. She also discovered that small children can often outrun and outwit an adult caretaker.

Her work shift ended after the lunch service was done and cleaned up. She often walked to the ocean and through the scrubby woods. A couple of young men struck up an acquaintance and delighted showing her around. She wisely figured that they wanted proximity to her breasts. Finally, one of them said that she never went in the ocean. Could she swim? She lied, "No one has ever taught me."

Two eager males had a perfect reason to get their hands on her body. She easily manipulated them and there was lots of skin-on-skin contact. There was a fresh water shower at the beach and she asked them to soap parts she couldn't reach. That ended up being almost everything from the neck down. She happily cleaned their erections too.

After drying each other off, she coyly asked, "Did I make those things so big and hard?" They nodded. "Well, I guess I'd better take care of them. Taking their towels she laid them on the grass, she put a guy on each one and for the next hour, sucked and rode the rods until they couldn't get hard any more. Kissing them goodbye she said, "Thanks for the lessons."

That night she lay next to Iimja and told him of her adventure. They had the shack to themselves since Rebecca and Miriam were spending the night elsewhere.

Yssup moved down and showed her "brother" the oral skills she had learned. When he reached his magnificent fullness, she straddled him and carefully engulfed the large pleasure pole. With her body control it didn't take too long before he was fully embedded. She moaned with the new fullness and they coupled for a long time, touching and stimulating each other until they climaxed and fell asleep, still connected.

Roberta found them that way and marveled at the sight. She kissed them both awake and said with a grin, "Keeping it in the family, I see! It's OK. I've screwed my brother a few times."

The researchers' plans required something that would cost money, and that wasn't a likely possibility at the commune. So they got a ride into the nearest town and explored for ideas. Having no identification they had to cook for cash paying situations. Turning a corner they came across a "titty bar" featuring topless dancers and other sexually oriented entertainment. Iimja laughed and said that Yssup was far from "topless" but it was the best thing they'd found yet.

The owner almost had a fit when he saw Yssup even in the tie-dyed baggy loose dress. When she showed him what she had, he hired her on the spot. Iimja bargained for a job for himself too and insisted than both be paid in cash "under the table". Deal! They would start Friday night.

Mother May laughed like crazy when she found out and brought out some wine and pot to celebrate. The researchers' bodies didn't respond to alcohol or drugs so they joined in just to be polite. When she got a bit high, May showed Yssup the kind of dancing she needed to do, having had the same experience when she needed some cash. She explained lap dances and how one could make a lot more money providing "personal services" in the back rooms.

Yssup's body and skills quickly made her a busy favorite on the weekend nights she worked even though she set her prices higher than the other girls. After the bar owner's cut she could still clear a grand a weekend. Iimja got a helper job at the bar during the busy times she was working there. He was paid in cash, although it was very little compared to her income. They needed to be as "underground" as possible.

Soon enough they bought some forged birth certificates allegedly from a small town where the courthouse had burned down shortly after their supposed births. They chose "Futura" as a last name. Kind of an inside joke. Then getting a driver's license, their only concession to bureaucracy, was easy followed by getting their own nondescript used car. The lack of computerized records made such deviousness relatively easy.

After six months of banging the locals, the plan said they needed to go to an urban environment. Tampa-St Petersburg wasn't too far away so they found a relatively inexpensive oceanside cottage to rent. Iimja took as much of their earnings as possible and purchased gold and select stocks that he knew from the historical records would rapidly appreciate in the next few years. Hindsight is perfect!

Looking deeper into the sex worker business, Yssup easily got a job with a classy escort agency. Soon enough she was at the top of the popularity and price lists. Only servicing a few clients a week was a lot easier and way more fun since they often showed her off around town. She took some yacht and ocean cruises and attended corporate functions, although those, for an appropriate fee, often involved servicing a number of men.

Most of her clients were distracted enough by her skills that they didn't wonder about all the rather specific questions she would ask, filing away the answers in her mental data bank. She was here to do research, she never forgot.

Iimja got to do his share too once the agency learned about his genital endowment. Gigolos weren't as common as female escorts but there was a demand, especially if they had big cocks and no sperm. He had his questions too.

Lots of cash was rolling in and the investments grew too.

Every month they would visit the commune and spend a couple of nights. Some cash found its way into Mother May's purse to help out. On one visit May told them that she heard that the property was going to be put up for sale. What would they do? Where would they go?

Iimja found the owner and offered the unheard of price of $2000 per acre for the 100 acres. He couldn't say YES fast enough. A trust was set up to own the property. Iimja knew that the land would be purchased in about 25 years to build a luxury resort.

Mother May was overjoyed when the new owner gave her a written occupancy permit for 25 years and the trust built a nice cabin on the property and had the barn rehabbed. May was paid a small salary to be caretaker of the property. It was the getaway/hideaway place for Iimja and Yssup and, most importantly, the place where they eventually had to return to the future. 

Having gathered all the data they needed about the commercial side of sex, the couple from the future wanted to explore another angle. They rented a house in the suburbs and subscribed to wife swapper publications. Turns out there were a few couples of that persuasion in the area, just as they thought, and they made contacts. This time they pretended to be married.

Getting the amateur side of sex was more fun than the professional because they could really do in-depth interviews and see how the relationships evolved. They had fewer partners but more quality ones. Of course there were the occasional swapper parties where you were paired up by the draw of cards or some other random thing. They enjoyed the visits to adult nudist resorts because they were reminded of the commune days. The visits to Mother May were regular but grew less frequent. 

Some side excursions to check out adult bookstores and movie theatres added a little to the story. Difficult to probe into the minds of people, mostly men, who frequented such places, but Yssup was able to get a few to overnight with her and picked their brains a bit.

It was the year 2000. The research project was ending and things had to be wrapped up. Back in the early 80's Iimja had established a small nonprofit research foundation and given the land trust to it. He had gradually donated his investments as well, keeping a stash of cash and gold sufficient for a nice undocumented lifestyle. He'd managed the stocks well and, in late 1999 sold all of the holdings just before the big market crash. Many were in high tech and had swollen in value rapidly. The foundation was worth $20 million. 

That was enough to set some research goals for a small human staff. The findings were not to be published but archived in a particular way and stored in a particular place, able to be retrieved safely far in the future. 

Time to wrap up this extended visit. The property was sold to the developers as expected. A somewhat puzzling provision was that Mother May's cabin was to be relocated to a spot at the edge of the property when development started and she granted lifetime occupancy. Her Social Security had started so she was set.

The commune was long dissolved, and Reverend Bill deceased, but May usually kept a young man or two around to help with chores which included exercising her pussy. She always wanted to be in shape when Iimja visited.

On one of these visits, the couple took her down to the beach. Iimja started, "Dear Mother May. I have known you for a long time and I love you dearly, as does Yssup. There are some things we need to share with you. You met us more than 30 years ago yet, except for some grey that we put in our hair, we have not aged at all. That is because we are not regular humans. I think you'd better sit down."

Yssup continued, "We are sex researchers from far in the future. This was an interesting era to study and you have helped us immensely. We purchased this land and have done other things to make your life comfortable. We are not supposed to reveal the future but I can say you will have a long life. We have to go back in a few days."

May looked at them. "I knew there was something special about you two but couldn't put my finger on it. That helps me understand a lot of things and I'm content with that. If I've helped others in the present with my commune, or in the future with your work, then I have made a difference and am happy. I know to keep this completely confidential even though anyone I told would think I was doing drugs again.

"You know I love both of you like my children. Speaking of which, Rebecca and her four kids are coming tomorrow. Miriam has two. Let's have a beach party!" 

Iimja and Yssup looked at each other. What a great finale to their trip.

Rebecca and Miriam were overjoyed to see the two. It had been a very long time. They introduced their children, all by different fathers except that one daughter of each might have the same one. No marital bonds to cause trouble either.

After a fun afternoon naked in the sun and surf, a picnic dinner, and s campfire at the beach, the middle age kids took the youngest to the cabin and the adults got down to some serious fun.

Both of the daughters' current male companions, noticeably younger and fit, had coupled with Mother May before so they were hot for Yssup. The daughters were hungry for Iimja. That left the daughters' oldest, a boy and a girl, to refresh their cousinly coupling for starters. They were joined by May's consort, a man in his early thirties.

Lots of lusty sounds in the dim moonlight. Bodies moving together and changing places to merge with other bodies until the normal humans were sated. Next was a group rinse off in the beach shower and deciding who would sleep with who.

The next day some mats were set up away from the main area so that couples (or more) could play away from the youngsters. On one such private coupling, Rebecca looked at Iimja and remarked, "You sure mush have good genes. I don't think you look or feel any older than when we first fucked almost thirty years ago. How do you do it?"

"My father was very long lived so I guess I will be too." If she heard the real numbers she would have been shocked.

"Well, I wish you could have fathered one of my children. You are much more the man than any of the ones that did. You know I still love you best."

"I know, and you will always be special to me, just like your mother." 

They made love sweetly and for a long time.

The morning after all the others left, Mother May accompanied them to the returning place. She hugged and kissed both of them with tears in her eyes. No words were needed; goodbyes had already been said. May turned away as the time travelers lay down on the grass. When she turned back their molecules were blowing away in the breeze. "Dust to dust" popped into her mind. She sat down and cried for a while. Not for them, but for her own loss.

Going back to the cabin she used the key Iimja had given her to open the heavy suitcase they left. Inside was a lot of currency and gold with a note. "We know you will spend this wisely." The first thing she did was get a marble marker with their names which she placed where they had departed. She hoped they'd find it in the future, not knowing that it would be under many feet of ocean by then.

Her ashes were scattered at that very spot many years later by her daughters.

When the travelers emerged from their enclosures they looked at each other and laughed. What puny bodies! Their very first action was to visit the cloning laboratories and talk to the head of R&D. They gave him the specifications of their avatars and said "Build these for us!"

Life and love was about to change in their time...