Except that today, he wasn't himself. His abortive attempt at making love to Susan the night before had not only left him frustrated, but it had strip...ed the veneer of his pride right to the quick, and he would've been happier had the Sayers waited another day or two before moving in.As it was, he'd been drinking since morning, and it was now moving toward late afternoon; the fact that he wasn't stoned out of his mind surprised him; he'd consumed damned near a fifth of vodka, besides getting. I say lipless for she hadn't the puffy lips of a younger woman, they were just non-existent as my finger slipped into her hot sticky cunt.She raised and splayed her knees as I got between these old legs. This was going to be the oldest woman I have ever fucked. But as I said now I would have voted her Miss Universe as I slipped my plumb sized crown into this waiting and willing woman's treasure.God it felt great as I sank in right into the hilt, oh how I had missed this, God I'm not going back. “Good morning to you, too, Gil,” she replied. “I met a most delightful young lady at the demonstration last night. I had to call and let you know. She is beautiful to watch as she weaves rope around a body. It’s poetry in motion. Would you like to meet her? I took the liberty of mentioning you to her. She is very interested in meeting you to talk about the not so gentle things you do to women.”I chuckled, “A student of the Sleeping Rope School wants to meet me? I find that impossible to. He looks down at the panhandler. She is dressed in old blue jeans and a man's faded, plaid, wool shirt.She's thin with long brown hair. Her hair is parted in the middle. Her face has a pale, innocent, almost angelic look.In other circumstances, she could be a young college student, an artist, or the daughter of a business associate. There is nothing exceptional about her. Countless beggars like her loiter around the downtown streets asking for spare change.She is probably a drug addict, a.