The steam room was close to the showers so I opted for that to be venture-number-one at the club. Once my eyes became accustomed to the steam-filled r...om, I found it was empty, so I sat naked on my towel.My cock was still standing to attention, which was unusual for me. I normally only get hard for a minute or two then go all floppy. Suddenly the door opened and a chap aged about thirty who obviously works out due to his well formed six pack, and an older guy about late fifties with a well. The fact that I bought a Janus et Cie lounge chair, Vino, that we didn’t need and I couldn’t afford has nothing to do with her Christmas present. No guilty conscience, not me.Thinking about the God Pill.Here’s what I’m gradually piecing together about the immortalists. Lifers, I call them.They seem more intense, some of them, than the incrementalists, the healthspanners.They’re frustrated, the rich ones, “We have all this money, but life is too short.”They’re frustrated also because of the lack. "I might as well," Brooke said. Brooke moved away from the counter and stood in from the picture window in the waiting area of the service department. With the sunlight silhouetting her sexy figure through her dress the customers waiting for their vehicles to be serviced got a treat. Brooke expected them to look and received a little thrill hearing an older black gentleman mutter "God damn girl" as she slowly twisted back in forth in front the window waiting for Marisa. When the door leading. “I am.”“Very well. Let us proceed, then.”Still, he spend several more minutes reverently kneading the flesh of my butt with both hands, probably watching more drops fall from my pussy as he jostled and nudged me there. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the waves of almost decadent pleasure his deep, hard touch sent up and down and through my body. It was like yesterday, when he had grabbed and massaged my chest, just more. He took more time, touched me harder and even more completely, until the.