I was amazed that she hadlots of interesting writers in her library. Irvine Welsh, ElmoreLeonard, Tennessee Williams, Hubert Selby, Bukowski, people ...ike that. I was impressed. There were also some oddball titles: "Sissies inAmerica", "Fag Hags and How They Fit In","The Double Pleasure World ofthe Bisexual in the United States"."See anything you like Jerry?" Yes Sharon. Several things." Good. Let me know if you want to borrow anything."Having dinner with this astounding creature was like a. A new chapter was just beginning… *** 101, 103, 105, 107, 109… Like she had done every morning for nearly three weeks, Rachel glanced purposefully at each room number as she strode passed them down the hallway. Nervous energy swirled in her stomach and her scalp tingled involuntarily. She was familiar with the building (and this particular wing) by now but she still counted each room as if it was the first time it had greeted her eyes. The sounds of her footsteps reverberated through the space,. I realized one could even see the boner through the quilt. There we lay, maasi and I staring into each other’s eyes. I was feeling a bit awkward but I was getting increasingly horny.Maasi didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all and kept watching me with a neutral look on her face. I slowly caught hold of my cock again and started stroking in her complete presence.She looked at those stroking movements for a moment but kept her eyes fixed over mine otherwise. I could not believe I was masturbating. The heat from my thick rod rolling off and into her in heady waves. I toyed with her, rubbing her love button with my swollen cockhead, before sliding it lower. Slowly, achingly I entered her, Inch by inch, descending deeper into her until she could feel my balls gently rock against her ass. I ground into her, trying to push even deeper still, before pulling fully out. I let the tip of myself rest against her entryway for what felt like an eternity, before I slammed into her body in one rough.