His chores done, he wore a red silk negligee,matched his nails, stopped at his cheeks, his bone on display, sexy ass prettying up the place, his three...inch heeled slippers thrusting his butt out more, his tits begging abuse. Loved him on my lap, watching TV, fondling his sex pig body, loosening his anus for my coming rutting, hard twists of his fat nips, a few tittie slaps, lots of deep kisses, tender words, harsh words, swinging him emotionally, keeping him on edge, teen boys loved suspense,. That’s when I found the room, the body and the books, more questions but no answers. I tried to look at the room afresh. The body bowed forward as if worshiping a long forgotten deity, which may well have been the case. The unfinished books, the obsession with longevity. It seemed ironic that a man performing some ritual in the quest for immortality should die in the middle of it. Then again, maybe he died at the end of it. Was completing it his destined task? All those books he could have. I pulled it out of it's case and should it to her, the panic in her eyes gave me even more pleasure. It had three power settings so I startted on number one and touched it to her clit first, her eyes went wide and she shook all over, that was not enough. I went to setting two and pressed it to her cunt lips, her little pussy spasmed and she pissed all over me.... not enough.I went to number three and thrust it deep into her hole, she jerked up and down making sounds I've never heard before. The. There was still no hint of anything sexual between us. She lay down with a cushion under her head at one end of the long couch and swung her feet up onto another cushion at the end where I was sitting. I say there was no hint of anything sexual, but I was already starting to get a hard-on and my mind was getting excited as well. I was about to touch a woman’s nylon-covered feet. (I think this preference for nylon came from looking up my kindergarten teacher's skirt at nap time-- a feeling I.