" Thank you! Do you regularly go to that theater?" Every chance I get. I am a great lover of the theater. I have no talents as a thespian, so I give t...em a little money, a few dollars now and then, to support them. My artistic outlet is the clarinet, which I play badly but with enthusiasm."I decided to play Dottie's game of almost-but-not-quite-masturbating, to see if it would have an effect on Max's penis. I would idly play with the string coming out my cunt or give my breasts or mons a. " She kissed him again, light pecks all across his face. "And I am thrilled beyond words that you like it, and still love me, and that this makes you happy." "It's hard to understand, sometimes, why I like it," he offered, "I think it's the idea of knowing you're happy, and excited, and the idea of you letting go, getting wild and carried away," he said wistfully. She kissed him again and he turned the page. "This guy?" Was his name Brad?" Brant," she corrected, "but you missed one," she. "Yeah I think it would be great" I responded."OK" she said, now lie on your back"."Whatever you like" I said and complied. She straddled me again with her pussy directly over my cock cowgirl style and started thrusting back and forth."This is good" she said, "I can do it this way or I can lie down". And she laid on me and continued her thrusting. "I can switch back and forth" and she sat up again, keeping up the thrusting motions.By this time, with all the stimulation, my cock was coming back. Some of the rooms still have velvet curtains from like the Civil War, and huge canopy beds. The house has been expanded over the years, so the layout doesn’t make much sense. Big rooms, little rooms, twisting hallways, staircases… there’s even a rumor about a secret passage, and then there’s the enormous cellar area underneath as well.And the attic, but nobody goes up there.The storm rages outside the house. It’s cold and miserable.Inside… it’s just another Friday night for CCL. No classes.