Yes, but I need a rest first.

“So, are you going to fuck me now?” Callie asked as she sat on the floor, her long toned legs spread wide, her hand still teasing and toying with her wet slit. Christ, I wanted her but after the fucking her mother just gave me, I knew it’d be a while until I could get hard again.

“I am,” I assured her as I pressed the time stop button on my watch. “After a quick nap, “ I added as the world froze around me. “And maybe a snack,” I said to myself as I stood up and walked into the kitchen. I smiled as I saw Rachel frozen in place, bent over to look in the oven, her shapely ass in her small black panties thrust out invitingly towards me. I patted her hip familiarly as I moved past her to the refrigerator, opening it up and perusing the contents for a quick snack. I grabbed an apple and some cheese to munch on before deciding to explore the house more.

I wandered through the silent house, looking into each room and pausing to inspect the photographs hung on almost every wall as I munched on my snack. It seemed that the Simmons had a picture book life, every picture filled with beautiful people posing in front of beautiful scenery or with beautiful animals. What truly amazed me as I looked at each photograph was how much Callie looked like her mother, in a few older photos it was almost impossible to tell the difference between the two women. Rachel was even hotter than she is now, I mused as I reached the top of the stairs, opening the first door on the left and peeking in to what was obviously a teenager's bedroom. Music posters hung from the walls and clothes were strewn everywhere as I stepped into Callie's bedroom. Curiosity drew me into the room as I navigated around the discarded clothes on the floor to perch on the edge of her bed. Leaning over I picked up a pair of discarded panties, admiring the small zebra striped garment before lifting it to my nose and inhaling the fresh young scent of Callie. The feel of her panties coupled with the lingering scent of her sex was enough to nearly revive my erection. Tossing the panties aside, I opened her bedside drawer and found something that instantly had me hard. Nestled in the bottom of the drawer was a collection of toys, and not the kind that little kids play with. The selection of vibrators and dildos was truly impressive for someone as young as Callie, a couple of the false cocks being large enough that I doubted the slender girl could take them at all. Callie's more of a freak than I thought, I mused with a smile as I adjusted my now hard cock in my pants, finishing off my snack as I stood up.

As I headed back down the stairs, I paused once more at the old photo of Rachel, once again marveling at the resemblance between mother and daughter when they were of similar ages. "If only I had met her back then," I mused as I headed back down the stairs. As I reentered the kitchen something drew my gaze to the watch on my wrist, wondering once again about what all the various buttons and dials did. I'd only experimented with two so far... With a little trepidation, I pressed the lowest right button on the watch, the display instantly changing to flash 43. "Wonder what that means," I muttered to myself as I turned towards the living room, the display instantly changing to 18. "Wait a minute," I smiled, turning back towards Rachel's frozen form, my smile broadening as the display changed back to 43. Turning the bottom right dial, I watched as it scrolled back, Rachel's body appearing younger and younger as I turned the dial.