I feel her pushing back, every so often, giving a little moan.“Faster,” she begs.I pick up the pace and find myself slamming my cock in deep and h...rd, as my balls slap her ass cheeks. Oh, fuck! I feel her shudder as she floods me.“Don't stop fucking me,” she begs.I do as asked and pound her deeper and faster, stuttering, “I`m close to coming. Shall I stop?”“NO! Fuck me! I want you to fill me!” she yells.It doesn't take long until I let go, with streams of my juices oozing into her. I can’t seem. Bitch.“Yeah.”When I first read the acronym, SENS, I deciphered it immediately. Strategies for Engineered Negligible Senescence. Well, maybe not immediately.Senescence, I vaguely remembered. Or Google did. Something to do with those pesky cells that stop dividing. Also, with aging, the word ‘deterioration’ comes to mind.Bunny was translating from BobsySpeak, “Mr. de Gray believes aging isn’t inevitable.”Bobsy, “It fucking isn’t.”“If we...”“When we.”“When we eliminate inflammation, good things. I wasn’t sure I like it. I shut up and read the paper. Jen got a cup and finished the last of my still hot coffee pot, while reading the TV mag she’d just bought.I’d mentioned we were leaving after breakfast but I was still a little subdued when Fiona came back through to wish us a cheery goodbye and gave us a card for if we ever wanted to call again or book. She gave me useful details of how I could save time getting back onto my original route North up to Inverness by simply taking the road. He closed the door behind me, motioning me into the room. He undid the cuff-links on his shirt and placed them with his expensive looking watch on the dresser. "Would you like a drink?" He opened the mini-bar so I could see the contents. "A Magners, please." He took out the cider, and a premixed vodka and tonic for himself. There was only one glass, and he poured the cider into it. My boyfriend would have just given me the bottle. I thanked him, took a swig of the cold drink. The room was.