I wondered if she slept with the lamp aglow. My root stirred a bit more."Come," she said with another smile, "Kvick." She unbuttoned my heavy coat and...pushed me down so I was sitting on the side of her bed. I pulled off my hat and crumpled it in my hand, hoping me and her had the same idea. I hadn't had any in more'n a month. The girl pushed aside her dark robe and stood before me with her feet wide apart, fists on her hips, her jutting tits and trembling knees stretching the lace-trimmed shift. "I promise I won't ask for that. I won't ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with... er... what's your name, actually?" Curtis," he said. I didn't believe him for a minute. "What's yours?" Rob," I replied and I could see he didn't believe me either."Look, Curtis," I went on, "I absolutely promise you that my only interest is to get my face stuck into your backside."I'd noticed he had a lovely pudgy butt when he'd turned his back to me to climb up on the tall stool he was now sitting. His grip was firm, but I had never experienced a more fish-handed greeting. His cool and moist fingers were long and thin and immaculately cared for with trimmed nails and smooth cuticles. I suppressed a shudder at his touch. In his eyes were depths of sorrow that I couldn’t imagine and sent a chill through me despite the promise of warmth from the dawning spring day. His grip was so odd that I found myself glancing down despite myself. When I did, I thought that I noticed a slight bulge above. Every Saturday night between 10 and 10:30pm. Cheryl felt kind of wrong about eavesdropping on this couple, but couldn't resist. The couple was always trying something different. One night he tied her up and used a vibrator on her. Another night, it was anal sex. On another, they were role-playing and she was the naughty schoolgirl and he was the principle. It was better than anything on TV. Cheryl listened to every session with one hand rubbing her pussy, and the other covering her mouth to.