"She interrupted. "I get the picture. Well, thanks for the use of the facility, and for the interesting commentary." She laughed. I couldn't tell if s...e was laughing at me or with me. "Now. About these shoes?" She pointed to the row upon row of shoe boxes. It was like she was a kid in a candy store or something."Men's on the right, women's on the left," I explained nonchalantly. "Dress shoes and boots up high, casual shoes in the middle, sneakers and sandals near the floor." Oh, a regular. In the past they’d shared their lovemaking in the Botanical Gardens with the lilacs perfuming the air and shielding them from the hordes. If anyone had looked closely they could be seen. The only one to acknowledge their copulation was an elderly couple. He clapped, his wife dragged him away clucking her tongue. Steve and Martha had listened as the old gent reminded his life partner of the day he’d asked for her hand and in place of a ring he’d taken her virginity among the roses as the sun. He then lifted my butt onto the edge of the table and started inserting his tongue into my hole. It reached in far enough to reach my g-spot. As he moved his tongue around the inside I began cumming so intensely that I feared passing out. My head started swimming in my scull and my vision began to fade away.In the fog of my brain, I remember him sliding a single finger into my anal opening. I normally hate anal anything, but for some reason it seemed so erotic this time. He then he starting. Eventually, in the quest for some peace, he just came out with it."Do you have to talk so much?"Emily looked shocked at the sudden outburst, but she did stop talking for all of a few seconds. "Me! Stop talking, what a cheek?" She retorted. She immediately proceeded to tell him how he had been chatting all night and bringing up new threads of conversation. She was right on that score, but he was only trying to talk about things he liked.Emily never let up, and soon, John resorted to stronger.