She was friendly and in no mood for sleeping. Her friend had fallen silent, sleeping warmly on my companion’s shoulder. “What’s your name?” I ...sked. “Coco” she grinned. “And yours, my rough Welsh friend?” “My name’s Gareth.” “Well Gareth, it’s a long time until we reach Rome. What are you doing tonight?”Her accent was so cute, and her flirting so fun, I couldn’t help but return her touchy feely advances. As she lent in to whisper more suggestive things in my ear, I felt her hand hold my knee,. .. who are you?" My name's Vincent Costello. Call me Vinnie." Vinnie, I'm thirty-three. My husband's sixty-three. There's a great deal of difference in our ages and our libidos." You knew that eleven years ago when you married him. Nothing's changed." Yes, it has. My libido has grown and his has shrunk." That's no excuse for adultery. Your husband loves you and treats you like a queen." I've had one affair. That doesn't make me a slut. My God, don't you have a desire for sex sometimes?"I sighed. Whiskers and gave him a forever home.After a while, nothing seemed to hold Callie’s interest. She was bored with streaming, she was sick of puzzles, and Mr. Whiskers could only play for so long before he conked out. She wasn’t even enjoying solo sessions with her vibrator as much as she used to, as it was becoming so routine.She was actually a little concerned about Mr. Whiskers lately. He didn’t seem to be creating as many clumps in his litter box and she wondered how long cats could go. He was nervous and went to the bedroom telling J he needed some privacy. He went to the bedroom and laid down on the lower bunk, his mind racing over all the fantasies he had about J recently. 'How big was it? What did it feel like to have a head gently rubbed across his face? What did J's balls look like? What kind of underwear was he wearing?'M had occasionally looked at cocks in magazines and once in a blue moon he would stare at one while he came. 'What did it feel like to touch another.