Only Time Will Tell

Chapter 78-A timeless tale

_Jo's POV_
"Come..I want..See look..on..them..face," I slurred.
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_Recent Henry's POV_
Jo and Abigail sat in a drunken stupor, after finishing a large part of a bottle of wine, and giggled wildly as Younger Henry and I walked out into the kitchen. "Oh Henryyy," Abigail grinned. Jo and Abigail locked lips, and I almost passed out. "Oh my lord," Young Henry and I whispered simultaneously. They broke away from the kiss; laughing hysterically, and Abigail started hiccuping; making them laugh even harder. Each woman walked up to us, and wrapped their arms around our waists. "Sorry.. I understand," Jo spoke; a solemn look on her face. She may be drunk, but I know she means what she said. I embraced her, and she tackled me onto the couch; removing the clothing I'd put on. Before I could protest, she came down on me. Abigail watched; her mouth gaping open, and Younger Henry joined her,(purely out of curiosity.) I don't mind an audience, but having myself and my deceased spouse watching me, I felt like I had to live up to their expectations..Which I'd set pretty high. Jo groaned; sliding effortlessly up and down my length, and biting down on her lip to suppress a scream. She flipped us over, and I tried to forget about the two people watching us..Thrusting into her. "Hennrryyy..yyy," she groaned; sounding like she was speaking into a fan as I darted in and out of her. She kissed my neck and clavicle sloppily; digging her nails into my back. Approximately ten minutes later, she let out a blood-curdling scream, and quivered beneath me; raking her nails down my back. Abigail and Younger Henry's eyes widened. I recall occasionally making Abigail climax.. But it was never this intense. In the blink of an eye, Abigail tackled Younger Henry onto the floor, and was ripping his clothes away from his body. "Thank you," he mouthed. He got to have sex twice in one night. Unheard of for him.. At that time. "She's gone six times in a row," I gloated; pointing to Jo, and snuggling next to her on the couch. It's about eight, and..Oh lord.. It's about eight.. -That's when younger Henry told Abe he needed to be home. I showed him the time, and Abigail came down on him; making him loosen up. "Alright Darling," he mumbled; awkwardly walking them into the bedroom. I quickly pulled a blanket out of the chest I knew we kept them in, and draped it over Jo and I; falling asleep in her arms on the couch.