I leaned over and followed the motion away from me. When I looked back up there was an old man sitting at my table. He was maybe five feet tall. Bald... wrinkled all over with white wire eyebrows that shot straight out about an inch over eyes in an ugly tangled mess. His ears were too small for his head. ‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Something of a Casanova, are you?’ He asked. His voice was high-pitched with an obscene wheedling quality to it. I didn’t like him, or trust him one little bit. ‘Who are you?’. Although he quickly got comfortable with his personal morality of the situation, he was scared what Abdul, the third roommate would think if he saw this. He turned to look at Abdul, but Abdul had as good as passed out. He was drooling saliva out of his mouth and his breath was deep and noisy. Even an earthquake wouldn’t wake him.Shyam couldn’t rely on that and there was a chance, even if slight, that Abdul would wake up any moment and see Ajesh gobbling and licking Shyam’s hard, throbbing cock.. I shamefully admit that I was cheating on him right up to the final curtain with every Tom, Dick and Harry with enough stamina to get it up and get it inside where it really counts the most at the end of the day.After I passed seventy-five, I didn’t get very many orgasms because I was too worried about making noise and alerting my husband or any other relatives about my terrible need for sex.When I was a young girl and in university, I had experimented with the usual sex things like multiple. Just imagine what yourparents would say if I told them I caught a little sissy in mylingerie," she said as she continued. "But then again maybe it would bebetter if we just settle this matter ourselves, at least for the moment,don't you think?" she said with a lilting giggle in her feminine voice. "All dressed up in my pretty clothes and lingerie. Does that excite youTimmy, hummm? It just feels so good doesn't it?" She giggled as Timglubbed and struggled further. "Does little Timmy want to come.