.. I've been reading these poems I found in an old book. I was wondering if you had any more?" Well, we don't have much poetry yet, who were they by?"...I'm not real sure. They were real old. I think there was a woman named Sappho (she said it sap-ho) or something."The librarian looked at her a bit stunned but recovered quickly."I think you might mean Sappho the lyrical poetess of Lesbos." she said."Yeah, that sounds like it." Well, I'm afraid that we don't have much by her. Probably what you. Den I started to kiss her her. Our saliva got exchanged, we kissed for 3-5mins which turned her horny, she held my head caressing my hairs. I was about to stop kissing, but she never let me and the kiss prolonged to 10 more minutes,. And during the kiss I pressed her holy ass like a hell with one hand and another hand was on her juicy boob. She enjoyed it as this was her first kiss.( and also mine). All of a sudden she moved aside , I was surprised I asked what? For that she said she cummed.I. “Will somebody throw me out?”Again she squeezed my cock, gently, with her pussy. “No. It’s just not polite. And if you get too carried away, we might not ask you to come back.”“Well, that wouldn’t be good.”My gentle partner smiled, lifting back upright, and sat there a long moment cradling my shaft inside her. Then she rose up off me, and I lay there spent—for the moment—as she departed. A moment later the lights faded out completely, then the door slid open again with a slight hiss.I didn’t. I drew in my breath sharply as Sonya pulled thepanties up. I could smell her perfume and the vodka on the breath asshe pulled them up and my hard-on tried to make its way out of thepanties."Tell Mr. Mount Everest to calm down. I'll get to him later," shewhispered softly in my ear, as I almost started hyperventilating fromexcitement. The panty was followed by a slip which was as soft asheaven.Then she made me sit and applied a dark maroon nail paint on my toes."Oh my! Your feet look so pretty,".