She still has not gone down on me like she promised, but she sure licked a lot of my juice off of her fingers on the ride home. She would not even st...p when we came up to stoplights. You have really got a little fuck slut on your hands, I hope you are ready”I answered her by licking all around her asshole and her ass, but not touching her little bud just yet. I was kneading her ass, and licking all the way up the back of her legs with only an occasional brush of her asshole. I knew it would. Still looking into the mirror, I suddenly asked myself why all this seemed strange. Of course it wasn't strange to see that woman in the mirror smoking. I always did that. This was the reflection that I always saw. Laughing, I looked around, seeing that I was in the room of that John from last night, and decided it was time to leave. Quickly, I hurried out of the dorms, back to the streets where I could pick up my next customer. After all, a girl has to make a living. The next two. But she doesn’t stop riding him. Harder and faster. He grabs her breasts with both hands and squeezes just as she reaches her pinnacle. And then she is collapses atop him, staying prostrate to him. Scott feels her juices dripping over his balls just moments later.“Merry Christmas, Scott,” she whispers in his ear. “I still have one more present for you before the day is over.”Tinsel rolls off him after a few moments. Scott is happier than he has been in years. The catgirl falls back to sleep. He. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer.