Er fand einige ganz alte Bücher, zum Teil Erstdrucke, die konnte er wenn er denn wollte weiterferkaufen an eine Antiquitätenladen. Er fand es nur ko...isch das der Verkäufer vorhin nichts gemerkt hat. Warum leiß der Verkäufer das Zeug drinnen? Oder wollte er das sowieso loswerden den "Krempel" oder gar "Müll"? Na für die einen sind es Müll für andere wieder kostbare Schätze. Egal. Dann waren da noch 2 alte Puppen, anderer Sachen wie ein Kartenspiel, ein Holzbecher, eine kleine Affenstatue. I sensed what would really make them happy and inseparable in the most authentic and beautiful way that I could imagine. I could tell that you wanted this, but so did they, only that you three weren’t quite sure of the right words for what needed to happen. I fused their pleasure receptors in such a way that they are seamlessly bound and can’t be untangled by any mortal alive. They really are tied together in such a way now that you can’t tell where one’s orgasm ends and the other’s begins,. "Hey! Eyes on the road." I said laughing. He stared at me as I bit my lip rubbing his cock back and forth. It felt so big! I needed a better look so I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and his cock sprang out at me. I moaned and slid my hand up and down his shaft. He rested his hand on my inner thigh and rubbed it. I told him to drive away from my grandparents house and he turned onto a country road. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over. I kissed the head of his dick and he moaned loud. He. I love the library and it's atmosphere of quiet; the smell of the books, the unappealing carpet and the 70's furniture. I wonder briefly if I am making a wet patch on my seat. I like my lips and shiver making a whispered, broken sound. Obie looks at me. I want to burst. “Shall we fuck?” His voice sounds steady, but it's a little deeper than usual and his pupils are dilated, hiding most of the blue. He plunges his finger into me and I spread my legs wider. I want more. He makes little circles.