It was a room of secrets, dark and quiet, lit only by shrinking tongues of flame and dying embers sputtering in a nearby hearth. She thought it smelle... of man-smells, of leather, tobacco, and the charred wood of a campfire.For a brief minute, just after he took her hand, led her through the door, and then closed it, she felt as though she was transported back in time - she in her elegant gown, he in his perfectly tailored jacket, standing together, awash in flickering sienna. Now she felt so. Pleasant isn't it, so what's the harm? If she doesn't care for it she'll move herself away. If she's oblivious no harm either. If she leaves it knowingly, well just enjoy the touching and it's no big deal.Pam and my wife are each other's favorite siblings. Pam and I have gotten along quite well and become friends over the years since I married into the family. I am 70 now and she is 73. Neither of us is a model of septuagenarian fitness.I am short; maybe 5'8" in my shoes, mostly bald, have a. Catherine was in her mid thirties and engaged to some business man who showered her with expensive gifts. I always thought that that was the only reason she was with him, but that really wasn't any of my concern.One night I was working the graveyard shift by myself and was extremely bored. The store was in a small town and around two o'clock not much was happening. I was just leaning on the counter watching the few cars on the road pass by when suddenly the door opened and in walked Catherine.. "The tightness of her rectum held me like the caress of a velvet glove and it was almost as if she hadn't had sex for months instead of minutes. She squealed, she moaned, she bucked and she urged me on with a string of expletives a builder would have blushed at."Pat," I remember gasping."Pat, this is a first for me, I'm not going to last." Don't then," she hissed."Let me feel your spunk inside me."I lunged forward and she screamed, I gripped her hips and held her tightly as my juices boiled. I.