By some total fluke of the gods, she drank too much wine that night, and I had gone to bed early. She came into the bedroom, and began to suck my cock... and finger my asshole, waking me up. I knew I might need some help satisfying her, as randy as she was, and as late as it was, so I went to our toy department, and took out one of our dildos. She whispered in a husky and teasing voice, “that’s for you, where’s mine”, and my brain went numb, as I grabbed two or three of the dildos and vibrators. "Hmm, maybe we'll have to get you one of your very own."Allison didn't say a word. She just walked back to her side of the desk and began writing in her notebook.Barclay called around noon the next day with a change of plans for the evening. Since it was Sunday, the usual night spots wouldn't be open. Luckily, some of his buddies on Frat Row were having a party, so Allison could still have her coming out party of sorts. He couldn't wait to see her again, especially after getting a good look at. Her second husband had fucked up her mind and been abusive, so as far as intercourse was concerned it was always a no-go.When she walked in the den, I was at my desk with the Xhamster page open. I asked if anything interested her. She softly slapped me on my face, went at sat down on the couch, and asked me if anything interested me. We had done the mutual masturbation thing several times in the past and at that point of the morning, I was good with a some live-action jerking to start the day.. Old tools hung on the walls, and there were several other boxes, along the side. When the wind blew the tools clattered and the whole structure creaked, and I wondered if it would all topple in on our heads during the night. As our negotiation with Stuart’s mother had taught us, beggars certainly could not be choosers around here.“Well, it ain’t no Motel 8, but at least it’ll keep you out of the rain and wind,” Stuart said, and whistled. “Ya’ll sure picked a hell of a night to get lost in..