Sam stepped close to one of the massive green iron support pillars that stood every thirty feet or so, and stroked it with the palm of her hand."Very ...ool," she said."I read somewhere that those were made in a Scottish foundry. Only place back then with foundries big enough to cast a pillar of that size." See?" She smiled and turned her head up towards the ceiling high above, eyes closed. "That's why I wanted to come here. Everything's just soaked with history." Yeah, I know. Kind of gives you. Jill started laughing. "They get that thing bouncing too much more, they're going to bounce themselves right off of it!" Then Jill quit laughing as the camera zoomed in for some pretty explicit close-ups. "Damn, is that what it really looks like?" she asked seriously.I had no idea what to say, so I didn't. I just sat there in my chair with an enormous erection watching two people fucking, thinking about my cousins bare tits, and trying very hard not to do so."Don't laugh," Jill began, which was. Why are you still cleaning?”“Oh, I’m just trying to keep out of the way. I really don’t have much to do. You girls were with Helen. The kids are doing their collective things. I don’t have any current programming jobs going on. What, can’t I hang out in the kitchen? You sound like my mother.”Andrew likes it when I’m up front about my sexual needs. In the beginning I was very shy about such things. But I’ve learned to cater to his little fantasies.“But would your mother want to get laid?” Andrew. I loved submitting myself to him and let him treat me like a whore. Tonight, I couldn’t have my husband, but I could imagine him fucking me while I masturbated. With all the hot images about my husband, my pussy was getting wet. I spread my legs a little wider and reached to grab the vibrator, which was still inside my pussy. I turned on the vibrator, but it was not vibrating. “Oh, fuck, no.” I felt disappointed. I forgot that the vibrator had run out of batteries and I needed to change.