They each began to thumb through many of the mags. There were all the genres. Young women. Old women. Fat women. Black women. Latin women. Asian women... Panty women. Leg women. Fetish women, etc. etc. etc..Albert was the first to reach the gay section. By now, Albert's dick was getting pretty hard. He picked up a copy of 'Inches' and was shocked at some of the men. Albert figured he measured up to those guys in the 8" range, but the 10-11 inchers had him shaking his head. "Damn." He quietly. She should be sitting on a throne rather than an old worn vinyl sofa he thought. But she DID ask how she could please him. And he had an idea…He knelt down in front of her. He spread her legs and moved between her open thighs. "W-what are you doing, my lord?" she asked uncertainly.He didn't answer her question with words, only with actions. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the front edge of the sofa and leaned her back. Then he got down between her legs and with a hand at each side of her. “It’s been weeks since I’ve had a good fuck. Or a bad one.”Astra slid off the bed and settled on her knees next to it. She cupped his balls with one hand before she leaned forward and let her lips briefly brush against the head of his penis. She teased it gently with small, sucking kisses and savored Kal’s scent and the throbbing heat of his erection as she felt his tension and excitement mount.“Too many thieves in this town,” she continues, lightly flicking her tongue against the tip of his. She was in that state between sleep and awake, so things were very fuzzy in her head. She saw no one, yet the sheets lay just over her feet in a even lump exactly as if someone had indeed pulled them down. She started to sit up and pull the sheets back up, looking around and listening for someone in the house. The wind had died down at this point and she heard nothing, so thinking it was all just in her head, she began sitting up further but was unable to. It was as if someone was restraining.