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The sun is setting by the time the group of road workers finally let you go.

Your cock feels like it has been put through the ringer as you pull your clothes back on and pull yourself away from them. Each of them offering you a bed to sleep in for the night as you go. The offer is tempting but somehow you doubt that you would get much sleep and after what you just went through you think you might be done with sex for good.

You glance back at the group as you walk away, all of them are nude now and as you take them in you find it hard to believe that you managed enough stamina to fuck every single one of them. By the end, you are pretty sure you were shooting dust.

Still, you figure you better get back to your world and get some rest. You feel like you are going to collapse at any moment as you start heading back towards the park.

On the way, you reflect on what you did manage to learn today and realize that it really isn’t much. All you really learned was that oral sex seems to be taboo in this world, you didn’t manage to find out if you need any ID or even if your money can work here.

As you walk however you pass a corner shop and feel your stomach growl. You are starving, hardly surprising considering what you just did. You are sure you could make it home but you might as well give your money a try here.

The corner store is pretty much the same as the ones you find back home, even down to the wrinkle-faced old woman sitting behind the counter. You quickly pull a bottle of juice and sandwich out of the fridges and head to the counter. Your heart starting to hammer as she rings the stuff up.

When it comes time to pay you pull out a note and pass it over. She hardly glances at it, her eyes locked on you.

“Feel like a tumble in the hey?” She asks as she pulls change out of the cash register.

“What?” You reply, caught off guard by the question.

“I might be old but I’m still fertile,” she replies. “Don’t let the clothes fool you.”

For the first time, you really pay attention to the way she is dressed, in a one-piece dress of sorts. It hadn’t really occurred to you that she would be dressed any other way and at that moment the thought of seeing any more of her turns your stomach.

“Sorry,” you begin as you take your change and grab your stuff. “I have somewhere I need to be.”

As soon as you say that the sweet facade drops, her smile vanishing as she leans over the counter.

“Fucking faggot!” She shouts after you. “They should lock you all up!”

You duck out of the place as fast as you can. Heading towards the park at a brisk walk now, wanting to get out of here before any more crazy old women try to jump your bones.

As you chug down the juice and wolf down the sandwich you start to feel a bit better. Pulling the change out of your pocket you spend some time comparing the coins. They look almost exactly the same, same colour and nearly the same size. It’s only when you look close at the detailing that it becomes clear which are from your world and which are from this world.

You wish you had had enough money to get a note from her, after all, you can’t count on cashiers wanting to fuck you every time, or can you? In this world, it really is hard to say.