We found them through one of the local swingers news letters from one of the adult book stores. This was before we had a computer and we had contacted...several other couples and a few single women before. We had meet with a several different couples and "played" with a few but nothing really seemed to "click" after our first meetings. we had begun to wonder if there was something about us or what we were doing that was keeping things from going any further. We got a letter in response to one we. Her boobs crushing against my chest. My hand was moving along her stomach to her thigh. Both our hearts were beating so fast. And to heat up everything else, we were in the college library and we could get caught!. I started caressing her and my tool was hard as rock. She was already letting out soft moans. I started kissing her neck and my hand was all over her body. Then I started humping her. She loved that feeling. In the small space, I was moving my groin deeper between her legs and she. My first reaction was she must be a working girl. Yet she didn’t give off that vibe. ‘If she is a prostitute,” I thought as I tried to decide what to do, “she’d be damn expensive.” I nodded and walked over, “May I join you,” I said.“Most certainly,” she responded and extended her hand, “Molly, and you are?” she asked.“Larry,” I said slipping into the booth. This all felt a bit awkward, here I was, a seventy year old man setting with a woman half my age. I had no idea how to start a conversation. It was pleasant in this environment though, his body already uncomfortably hot due to the crippling humidity, this whole planet was like a filthy sauna. The damp air made her scaly skin wet, slick to the touch, and she slid against him as she started to move.She began to roll her giant hips slowly, conscious of her partner’s physical limitations, and he gasped as he felt the wrinkled walls of her tunnel grind against him. It was as if they were moving as they enclosed him in their velvet.