She kissed me on the forehead as she slipped off me. The rest of the night we slept in each other's arms. ************************"So, you got your sp...ed up?" I asked Karl. "Not by a lot but the coach things I might impress some people when I get back. I lost weight too," Karl replied. "Truth is though. I have never been this hungry in my life." "That's good," I said as I packed my suitcase. "Can't wait to get back. I got to show you some of the drawings I did." "Yeah, I can't wait to see them.. “Quite alright. Just… kinda distracted me for a moment.” Mark chuckled, playing off what had just happened. He didn’t feel dumb, but most of all, he didn’t look dumb. He was beyond such things, at least to Marjorie. “Well maybe if you keep your eyes to yourself.” Marjorie chimed in, laughing a little. The scene grew awkward, yet again. The tension and odd sensations were mutually felt though neither knew it. They both exited the building together. It was quiet. Each passing, curious, random. She took Roy by the hand and went over to the couch where Tony was chilling. My wife was now stripping Roy from his clothes and quickly took his cock in her mouth. Roy wasn’t bigger, than Tony, but larger in circumference. My wife had a hard time fitting the cock in her mouth but seemed hay enough licking the big head. Lisa got on all fours on the couch and Roy took her from behind. She was facing me and as Roy filled her with his huge cock, tears rolled down her face. My wife came, looking. Misogyny Lou McAllister, age 70, late of Glasgow, Scotland by way of at least eight different Skid Rows, had lipped off his last Lady of the Lamp-Light and gone on to that great Hooker Stroll in the Sky. It was the end of an era.It was the end of Mistress Domina's time on the street too. As Donna "Domina Viagra" Wagner was led away admiring the cuffs they'd trussed her up with, the arresting officers were looking down at Lou's frail, cooling corpse trying desperately hard not to laugh out loud..