“You love to feel them beneath your gloved hands. You love to study their bindings. I’ll bet you even love the smell of them.” Keith nodded agai.... He couldn’t deny any of that. He didn’t know a book preservationist or historian who didn’t love all the things Derek was describing.“I really don’t care about such things,” Derek said. “You can have any book we find if it makes you happy. In fact, I want you to examine and authenticate it. I only care about the contents of the books. The Dead Sea. After an hour of me fucking her up this ally she asked me to walk her home, it was only up the road a couple of miles and she wanted to sobber up a bit, as we walked and talked she asked me about why was i there with Mrs B? As I explained to her she stopped and looked at me then asked, “how much do I owe you then?” i explained that she didn’t have to pay for it as I really fancied her and then she pulled my on to the beach and as she laid down and told me to fuck her again, as I mounted her she. This has been incredible, unbelievable. I hope it's been just as good for you." I only got off once but it was one of the best I've ever had, thanks, in large, to the sexy stimulus that I had at hand. There must be millions of men who would be envious of me. You're lots better than the first Playboy I was able to sneak up to my room." Oh, come on, Lew, I've seen those girls, that's nice of you to say but, well, they're all about ten years younger than I am." Well, honestly, part of it is that. He tried to soothe me, petting my hair back from my forehead saying he just needed to be gentle and slow and then it would be good. He tried to pull him out slowly and even that felt like I was being torn at. I let him push in once more and it felt no better, which seemed the cruelest joke of the gods to be played on me of many well done ridicules. I begged him off, with him becoming invisible to me in my despair. He laid back and whined, "Well, can, you, at least, suck it?"I'd never done that.