“Maybe it gets a little bigger if it’s handled.” I suggested hopefully.“Go on.” Irene instructed her, “Give him a little tickle, Olivia.�...Olivia rolled her eyes in a comic display of exasperation, sighed loudly, then took my cock in her hand.Her hand was cool on my burning penis, I stood there with my hands behind my back, enjoying our game, enjoying the touch of the sexy young woman.“Oh, he likes that.” Irene whispered, “Is he very hard?”Olivia squeezed me in her little fist, “Yes; you should. I said I couldn't use her card because it had her name on it, but she told me not to worry, the people at the hotel knew her well. I could tell by the smirking smile of the woman who checked me in that she knew what was going on. Back at the table, Effie took me by the hand and we walked over to the elevator.When we got to room, we continued to kiss and undressed each other. She may've been 62, but she was firm and shapely. She was delighted when she got her hands on my cock. “That’s what. She looked back proudly, “Yes, these are me.”“And do you ever sell any of them?”“Of course not! These are the permanent collection, to show my special friends.”I leaned in and kissed her and she melted into my arms. I slowly undressed her, watching as all the images on the wall appeared in technicolor. Her breasts were full and firm, and she responded avidly as I suckled at each nipple, then both together. Soon she was thrusting up underneath me and reached down to unzip me. In three seconds. I grew up in a very conservative house. There were rules and consequences if those rules were broken. I moved out as soon as I could. I lived in a small one bedroom basement apartment. It wasn't much but it was cheap....I felt so independent back then. I bought porn movies and magazines to fuel my enormous masturbating habit. What else was a skinny,115lbs, 5'10", pastey white weakling to do but masturbate? I was too shy to talk to girls back then and honestly my cock wasn't that impressive :).