The rooms were huge. The ceilings, at least twelve feet, the tallest she’d ever seen. All of the furniture covered with sheets, obviously undisturbe... for quite some time. Hardwood floors were spot covered with elaborate area rugs and runners. It smelled dank and musty. ‘How to get some air in this mausoleum?’ she choked. She started opening windows. New Orleans style, they cranked out from the bottom. Not too difficult, all but one rolled out smoothly. ‘Ah, fresh air. Mm, roses,’ she whispered. I don't know what it was, but it was making me horny again to listen to her commands. As I did, she began to suck on my nipples, making them even harder then before. I could feel my pussy dripping as she took my left nipple into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. She sucked on it, sending tingles through my chest, and gently biting it before moving on to the other. As she sucked on my right nipple, she unzipped her pants, and started rubbing her clit. "Pull my pants off, but keep my. Michelle felt every one of them and mirrored the spasms as she gradually managed to gain control of her body. They lay, catching their breath, still connected and entwined. Heart rates slowed to somewhere near normal, eventually. At last, Michelle thought, someone I can give my self to, take for myself and love. She realised that, without love, sex was just a pure function, enjoyable perhaps, but devoid of emotion which made the act something else entirely. Sex for the sake of sex was. "You boys better come in then," added Leanne as she stood aside allowing her friends to enter the house.As each of them stepped past her they gave her a kiss and a quick squeeze. Probably not the kind any neighbours watching might be expecting a grandfather type figure to give a young woman, but Leanne got a little tingle each time one of her old friends pressed up firmly against her. The tingle was even more intense when she thought about who might see her with them.First Burt stepped in. He.