He turned the pages of the book quickly; his eyes scanning each page almost like a copy machine.The module, or room within as it were, was as equally ...ontorted as Fletcher himself. An odd mix of some early twentieth century furniture with present day technology thrown in.It was almost a page out of the very book that Fletcher sat reading. A Tiffany floor lamp with its ornate glass hood of different colors stood next to one side of the chair, ancient incandescent bulbs glowed from beneath its. I licked her faster and reinserted my two fingers into her sopping wet hole. She writhed underneath me as I finger-fucked her and concentrated my tongue on her clitoris. She began to shake, her vaginal muscles squeezing my fingers as she let out a loud moan. Her juices soaked my fingers, lips and chin as she pressed her cunt against my mouth. As her orgasm subsided, I moved up her body, kissing her breasts, then neck, then her mouth; sharing her juices with her. My cock was aching to be. Miss Smith was 55, 5’2” and dumpy in her small frame, and had been a teacher all her life never marrying as she loved her job too much.As we hugged a minute or so then I pulled apart and looked at her, it seemed the most natural thing to do as I leaned forward and gave her a kiss, as I pecked her on the cheek she turned to face me and as we stood inches apart, she said “You were always my favourite ****” I leaned closer and we kissed on the lips, she opened her mouth and my tongue slipped. In those few moments, Peter did not understand what was happening. His mind scrambled as to why she was now halfway off the blanket so close to him and why she was spreading her legs so wide. Just as he thought maybe this was for him he saw the real reason. A little trickle of pee started to flow out of her and then stop. This ran down her and over her spread butt. She readjusted slightly, pulled her legs back further and once again started to pee. This time is came with more force and shot.