I walked into the right section, but it was always deserted. You could smell the fungus growing in between the pages of these books! The stench was st...ong. I pulled a musty book off the shelf and I heard a whisper coming from the other end. It was a girl.She wasn’t alone, she was with a guy who had his tongue down her throat. She was hot and she let him kiss her deeply as she moaned and breathed as quietly as she could. With every touch, her breathing got heavier and louder and my dick turned. Or that any of her other lovers were smaller than him. Yeah, sometimes it may be a lie, but it still feels good to hear the words, doesn't it?We both gasped as I lowered myself all the way down. I began to grind my hips against him."And that means you are in virgin territory now, Kev," I brushed the hair out of my face and smiled. "No one has ever been as deep inside me as you are right now." Tell me that no one else ever will," he whispered."Kevin, I can't—" Mel, you don't have to mean it," a. You’re just too sexy to ignore.” We had an intoxicating but brief conversation as we finished the drinks. “What was that, it was pretty sweet?” I asked. She smiled as she took my hand and led me from the kitchen. “It’s pineapple juice. They say that it makes a man’s semen taste sweet.” “By the way, I said, “I didn’t bring any condoms in with me.” “That’s all right; we won’t be needing them,” she replied. I felt an immediate twitch in my pants. Moments later we were standing by her bed as. You do realise that some of us have to 'make-do' with children's party-sized funbags and can only dream about the hamper-like pleasure assortment you've sprouted. Do you have no modesty? Do you really need to parade your slatternly ways for all the world to drool and cum-spurt their appreciation? It's whores like you that give. End of sentence. End of paragraph. Poor manboy. You were only meant to chaperone him. A little pleasant night out in company. A few drinks. Some idle chatter. A little.