The bead had a single black dot on it. Shefingered the bead and found herself suddenly thinking of a strange whiteroom and a funny little man behind ... desk. She could almost hear himtelling her something about the Sisterhood. Then her finger brushedacross the black dot."Emily!" a familiar voice said. "Thank goodness. I was beginning toget worried!" What?" Emily said. "Who said that?" Said what?" her publicist asked and looked around the room."Emily," the voice said again. "It's me,. " I left the dancefloor again and walked up to the bar. "A vodka and lemon and a pint please." The barman prepared the drinks and handed them over without saying a word. I took them back over to the girl on the dancefloor and handed her the vodka and lemon. "Thanks," she said, as she began grinding against my crotch. In reply, I pressed my semi-hard dick into her ass. "Someone's excited," she remarked. "You could say that. I haven't been out on the pull for a while now," I replied. "So. “Hey there big bro, can I ask you something” “As long as you are going to be nice, shoot” “I passed by your room last night and I saw you with moms panties and you were holding that joystick of yours, and you had your eyes shut so I went to ask mom what you were doing and she went and looked but then the was that white stuff coming out” I got shocked, angry and aroused all the same time but I had to contain myself. I raised my hand as if to slap her but I thought otherwise and I just walked out. "Ike... does it ever bother you that the three of us are so much older than you?" Nope. Not even a little." I replied. "I've had a thing for old broads ever since I was thirteen." Old broads? What old broads?" Izzy demanded.I grinned and flicked my tongue out to tickle Peggy's belly."You three geezers of course. See the great thing about mature women is they're slower and can't run as fast; much easier to catch and sooooo grateful to have a young stud like me show an interest in their wrinkled.