So you get to catch up on your filing." Did that yesterday." She shrugged. "I have most of an hour and nothing to do." Poor baby." Helen said, not at ...ll sympathetic. "You can sit at my desk, if you like." And crunch numbers? No way." She grinned. "I usually keep my game boy in my purse but I plugged it in to recharge yesterday and forgot to grab it this morning." That's why I keep my DS in my car." Helen advised sagely. "Actually, it's there now — if you promise to return it."Olivia crossed. "I paid the barber and bid Ray goodbye, stepping out the door I literally bumped into Mrs Dawson."Watch where you are going you ruffian," she then recognised me.{You rotten little bastard, just like that bastard father ... you and that little slut of a sister ... incestuous brats ... murderous swine... }I could feel her thoughts coming in disjointed bursts, she was just about ready to loose it, I stepped back and apologised for bumping into her, then she did loose it, she launched herself at me. Harder, you tell me. I don’t increase tempo, but do a very slow exit and a hard push back in. As I hit bottom, you give a cute little squeak, which turns into a soft moan as yet another orgasm takes your breath away after 6 or 7 of these. Briefly I increase speed, my hips moving up and down in a blur. The pressure in my scrotum is building. As you start breathing again, I change our position. I roll us over so we are on our sides, and I am able to gently maintain a calm thrusting. My hands are. On Washington Avenue is an erotic museum, containing many images and art work depicting sex through the ages. We had passed it a few times during the daytime but it was always closed, only opening in the evening. Well, we made our way there and went round it. V was quite loud with her comments and was clearly getting turned on by the items on display. On the way back to the hotel we had to pass the bookstore and I jokingly said we should drop in, but got no reply from V, not until we got to its.