“A bit late for modesty isn’t it?” the man said.Realising that he was right I dropped my left hand and put my right hand out to receive the coff...e mug.“Thank you,” I said, “That was one hell of a storm. Did you manage to keep dry?”“More than you two did; that was quite a show you put on last night.”I suddenly went all embarrassed and whispered,“Yeah, it was.”As I was saying that I felt my pussy get wet. The memories of the last night were getting me aroused; and that was before Ryan was going. She was elusive, but I was still in heaven. I love the smell of an old library, and Boston’s is very old. Sensual. I know, sounds silly, but there are two things that arouse me: a sexy woman and a library. Call me a nerd, I deserve it. But when I’m in a library I’m always damp. So I’m in libraries a lot!It only took a few minutes of wandering to find her. I started to smell the Patchouli as I walked through an empty stack and when I turned the corner, there she was. Young, brunette, with. My pussy was running a lot of juice. Come dad, let’s play the game. Treat me as your wife. Play with my body as you used to play with my mom’s body a long ago.” I said. Now he did not have any hesitation. He took my upper clothes and started sucking my nipples. I was in heaven then.It was too good. I was pressing his head on my boobs. After sometime, he took his shorts and my skirts off. Then I grabbed his underwear and he grabbed my panty. We pulled each other’s last remaining clothes. I stopped after my hands got tired. I began watching him almost every night. He would leave the bathroom door cracker every night, and I would watch him through it. He would come and tell me he loved me after he was done. One night about three weeks after I started watching him he lingered a little bit longer."Ali..." He whispered, thinking I was asleep, "I want you so bad. Your drive me so crazy, the way you walk around in your little outfits. I love the way you tease me. The thought of.