The door moves smoothly on its hinges, but spider webs and dust indicate it's been a while since anyone's used it. There's scattered, broken and over...urned furniture in a relatively large entrance room and what looks like an old reception area. Two sets of double swinging doors mark hallways, one on each side of reception. There's also a third door with a broken stairs sign mounted above. Sunlight is coming in through large windows in this room, but the hallways are dark tunnels leading back. She kept his stuff inside her the entire night hoping it would not leak out and stain the sheets with incriminating evidence. There was no doubt in her mind that the older man regretted his impetuous humping of her rear door and she was smiling in his direction more than usual just to reassure him that she would keep her mouth shut and was grateful for his attentions.When he kissed her on cheek to wish her good night with her parents looking on, she whispered in his ear,“Thanks for making me. I knew from experience that when she woke up she wouldn't be able to tell who or how many. I also knew that she would be contrite, beg forgiveness and promise that it would never happen again and that she would mean it at the time. But I also knew it would only be two, maybe three days before it would happen again. Still, she did look sexy lying there on the floor, legs spread wide and ready for the next man to come along. Her tits, not at all saggy considering that she was forty-one, looked. "No, please I can't, can I? But she does have a great body, not that she shows it off," he smiled at a secret memory."Ok, ok mate, tell you what," I said, "I'll come over and give her the once over, if I think it worth it, I take her out, and I may let you see any pictures I take of her." Thanks, mate," he said, "pictures, what pictures," he gulped.I wasn't for a couple of weeks before I thought about going over, he mentioned it again after the next game, so suitably dressed I was ushered into.