I go back to my linen closet and pull out some blankets, dropping them on the couch. I walk to my room and push the door closed, not noticing it stays...open a crack, and glance at myself in the mirror. My eyeliner is smudged, and my hair is in a messy bun. I pull off my knit sweatshirt, throwing it in a corner where other dirty clothes lay in a pile. I slide off my bra and unbutton my jeans, stepping out of them and flinging them into the corner. I look at myself again, frowning softly as I. I was thinking that all I wanted to do was fuck... now that was going to be delayed.The girls accepted, so we went in. We didn't even get the lights on, and the two girls grabbed each of us, pushing us down to the couch and started kissing and groping us.I looked at Lynn and say that she had already got her top off and was working the ass of the little chic that was kissing her hard and deep and squeezing her tits.The chic on me had her top off already and had my cock out stroking, and sucking. He had been so overpowered by the desire for her that he had taken her with no thought for the consequences. He might have put her up the spout.Yet when he had apologised for his thoughtlessness she had been so calm.The only thing she had asked was whether or not he intended the relationship to continue. She made it clear that if there were consequences of the sex they had shared then they would deal with it since it seemed he was prepared to share them with her. Well she had no worries on that. It's almost endearing. Okay, I can see you're itching to tell me. What about Catherine would make a good role-play?" "Well, she was sexually voracious throughout her life. Right up until her death. Had many, many different lovers and when she was sixty she took up with Prince Platon Alexandrovich Zubov who was twenty-two. You've still got to do the 'Mature' category for your Omni-thingy and I thought this would fit the bill." So basically I'd be some gout-ridden, fat, saggy-tittied, old crone.