..” that she said, “Oops! I’d forgotten about that. Shame. It might have been fun.”Then I said, “You shouldn’t really wear that at work. A...en’t you worried about it getting dusty from all these books?” This turned out to be really stupid.“I could take it off,” she grinned reaching round the back to where the dress was zipped up.“No, no, I didn’t mean that.”“Oh, sorry,” she said, “Have you got one of those thingies on? That would be a shame. You’re about the only man under eighty that’s come in. She began to gently play with it, stroking the shaft, and caressing the balls in a probing, enquiring but not uncomfortable way. I knew I needed to pee, as at my sister`s request I had not done so yet today, so I said I needed to relieve myself. At that Rose came over suggesting that as she was in the same boat, we should go outside, as she wanted to go as well, we stood and out we went, Charlotte holding my hand like a c***d, as we descended the six steps to the lawn, my sister followed. The light trickled through the cracks of an ancient iron cast door. She wrenched it open, and shielded her eyes. What she saw next was nothing like she anticipated. This particular cave had been done up like a medieval bedchamber. Tapestries hung from the cavern walls, matched by lush and lavish woven rugs. A fireplace had been carved into the rock on the far side of the room. Candlebraums gave the place a warm, almost sensual ambience. To her left was a gigantic four poster bed made up with. Then those tubes get tied, cut, and double fucking tied.”“Oh, hell, why not ... there’s a pretty good chance that by then, I’ll be dead, anyway, and it won’t even be my problem! I just want to put one bun in the oven to finally pass on my genes and to spite my ex-wife, Sherry. I doubt that I’ll even get it to see that one grow up. Sixteen years of marriage and not a kid ... turned out that she had been aborting my brats at the rate of one every three years or so. She left me after getting.