Boing! I could just see him in the back room in the library, surfing the net for nasty dick suckin girls like the ones he showed me. Dang it I had a f...t bonar. I dont know why but the thought of that scene is the dimness of the back of the room. Nasty women doing all kinds of perverted things. Boy, that one sure was good! I could picture him with his skinny penis pulled out of his troussers under the table. He had a magazine over his lap in case someone should walk by. He had his cock in one. "And here to challenge the champ," she giggles shyly, "is his own wife, the grappling Princess!" She friskily flexes her ample biceps, and I spy the slight lumps of triceps underneath. Cute, but strong. She may be a woman, but she will still be a difficult opponent in the ring.In this match-up, I have a slight height advantage and good upper body strength, but she is solidly built, and she's got powerful thighs and calves, not to mention her solid, meaty ass. She's been hitting the stairs. I called up room service and ordered two.“Order only one” she said. I was stunned. Immediately I cancelled one tea.I went near her and sat opposite to her. I asked her what the matter is.“I am feeling lonely. I want someone in my life with whom I would like to share everything”And from nowhere came my answer “You can share everything with me”.She asked me to come and sit behind her. I sat exactly behind with both my legs folded on either side of her…She took my hands and put them around her. She would go down to the lake later in the day and have a good swim, but she wasn’t about to walk through the village with the sticky evidence of what her and Sleethe had done the previous night still clinging to her skin.She could wash off his ejaculate, but she couldn’t wash off the pigments. Just the thought of it made her cheeks redden, and she stuck out her butt, turning her head and peering back over her shoulder as she attempted to assess the damage. There was a hand print on one breast.