He was breathing heavily and I could see beads of sweat on his forehead. The room smelled of sweat, musky genitalia and sex. I could feel myself getti...g close to orgasm and wondered if he wold touch me this time or not, I said I'm going to come soon and he nodded then he turned to face me and lifted himself up slightly so his stiff cock pointed at me. I looked from his sticky cock to his face as he moaned out loud and closed his eyes, crying out oh god, as his penis swelled and a thick dollop. ' He sniffed the pages of one of them, something he occasionally did to books in the shop. 'First editions of this one, ' he continued, 'Not a Benny More, Not a Benny Less, are very hard to come by. It's about benzedrine addiction in the nineteen-fifties. Most of the print run was lost in a fire at the distributor's warehouse. Only a few dozen survived. Reprints have sold well though, plenty of them around.''Do Loyd Larcher's books smell nice, Jeremy?' I asked.'Oh, a book of that age doesn't. I went back to the house and fixed myself some dinner, then sat down onthe couch to watch TV for a while. I did make sure the blinds wereclosed and the doors were locked, just in case someone drove up to thehouse while the TV was on and I didn't hear them. After a few hours, Iwent upstairs, changed into a nightgown and went to sleep.The next day was Saturday, and I had planned a repeat of the daybefore. When I woke up, I took a long bath with some of my mom's bathgel and emerged feeling clean. After a couple minutes of slow licking, he began to give serious attention to her clit again and she started coming. Her legs thrashed on the bed as she panted and moaned. The next thing she knew, he was moving upwards between her legs, his cock hard as it was before. Eating her had given him time to recover and he was ready to fuck her. He pushed his cock into her pussy as she was finishing her second orgasm. "Oh, Nora, you're very, very wet, aren't you?" "Oh, yes, Sir!" was all she could.