I'm not uneducated.I may have been shallow and lazy, but I do read and I have a fine mind. Vocabulary was never a problem.Jeff was eighteen, and in wh...t should be his sexual prime. I had little doubt that I could coax him to tumesce. I could induce him to become turgid. I had no doubt about my ability to cause him to engorge.When I was finished starting with him he would be distended, not to mention that he would be erect, rigid. What a lovely language that provides so many ways to describe. "They were just kids the other day, Marnie," Jacob said. "I swear, just yesterday we were the kids and now our kids are going to be having kids. Where did time go?"At 42, Marnie's looks had not departed. She was a little fuller around the hips but she was still as beautiful as the first day — more than 2 decades before — that Jacob Dunleavy had ridden down the hillside to her house.Jacob had turned 40 a month earlier and he was starting to feel his age. His blond hair had gray streaks at the. I continued to lavish attention on her sex, noticing that her hips had gone on autopilot, rocking back and forth in that way that can only be for sexual pleasure, a sensual, ancient, instinctive movement that undoubtedly predates the earliest cavemen… or cavewomen, which must have existed, although you never hear them mentioned. Before very long she came again, harder this time, an orgasm that lasted longer and seemed to roll through her body like a wave, but still not one of those that curls. “Oh-oh-ok, sure, Mr. President. I'll be right back-” He was about to stand up when Sylvia squeezed his hand, forcing him to sit back down. “No, no, Mr. Thomas, Miss Sylvia will do.” He looked at Sylvia. “Just one bite. Don't get too carried away.” One bite? Greg thought as Sylvia smiled, revealing a pair of sharp, pointed teeth. “Of course, Mr. President.” She whispered as she stood up and hiked up her skirt, giving Greg a clear view of her round, spherical ass. She faced Greg and straddled.