I released the cock from my grip and moved over to the cock in my left hand, I touched the end with my tongue and circled around the head and then run...my tongue along its length to the head which had him groaning from the other side of the wall, I teased his pee hole with my tongue which from the yes oh my god yes was driving him crazy, with my change in position the hand on my bob had now eased my other boob from bra and was teasing that nipple in the same way as he had the other which was. Old enough to be Katie's grandfather, I suppose we are the ultimate odd-couple. Lest anyone point the finger in my direction however, allow me to make a few observations. I love my PSG dearly (little in-house joke there for the few of you able to make the connection). Together, we view our life on a remarkably even keel. A life I may add that is not governed by social dictate or a need to have been born in "acceptably close" time-frames. She keeps me young, I chip-in with the recalled images. If that is truly possible to fall in love that way. I think they fall in love with an image of what they percieve the person to be, not what the person is actually all about. And vice versa. Although I have known people who it actually worked for, people with less complicated lives who met somone online and then met in real life and continued the love relationship and went on to blissfull happiness. I guess those are the lucky few.I guess my pc wouldn't be my magic genie lamp to rub and bring. My eyes lock onto yours and my fascination and happiness show. Your eyes instantly light up; you live to see me happy, as I do for you.Your hand grips my wrist and your thumb glides down the inside of my palm. I stare up into those soul-seeking eyes, and slowly put my hands inside your jacket, a hand on each side of your waist. My fingers find your belt and pull, so my thumbs are against the skin of your hips. The silence of the library hits us. It should be about closing time. We should have.