All good then.Finally, we were through, and with promises of keeping each other in mind echoing between us, I made my way back to the hotel, my mind m...re occupied with Summer and her presence in my bed that morning, than on the pleasant hour or so of business.What had she indicated by crawling into bed with me?It wasn’t for sex; that was for sure. She was dressed in a tee-shirt – one of mine, now I came to think of it – and a pair of loose-fitting jogging pants. I couldn’t remember buying those. She had tried it once. But right after she had tried it, she had fed him. What she hoped would happen this time, however, was that Andy would approach her while Mae ate. And she hoped he would also remember his affection for people.She held Andy off with the whip snaps while Mae took the hindquarter of meat and sulked off to one side of the cage. Then, instead of feeding Andy as she normally would have, she stopped the whip pops and watched him very carefully.When she did not move, Andy eyed. " Her voice sounded low and husky and her obvious arousal made my blood run hot. She was soaking wet and I used her oily juices to lubricate her sensitized button. Then my mouth dove down to her neck and I bit and sucked on her tender flesh. Holding me tightly and squirming at my touch, she raised her leg and braced her foot on one of the dryers. My fingers moved through her slit, opening her wetness and massaging her pussy while she gasped and moaned into my mouth. When I raked my finger. " The old womansmiled. "I could use a little help with my groceries, don't you know." Sure. I'd be glad to."*******"A burlesque house?" Kim leaned into the shopping cart and smiled."Are we just talking about off-color jokes and petticoat stripteases,or..."Mrs. Henderson winked, apparently not scandalized in the least to behaving such a discussion in the cereal aisle. "Oh my, it was much morethan that. Folks nowadays would call it a whorehouse, but people backthen, they liked to sugar-coat their.