All I could reply was "fuck me now Jamie! I want it and need it! fuck me hard make me your slut" That was it I had become a cum slut for a 28 year old...guy. He fucked me three times that night, while Sam had the pleasure of sloppy seconds. All the time he excited me, had me talking like a slut and whore and hit all the right buttons. I climaxed more that evening than I have in my lifetime. When we parted he asked Sam if he had enjoyed the evening and would he mind if he took me out one night for. "I hope I'm not getting soft." she thought sadly.She still kept the heating off in her home, which she had not yet sold - prevarication is my middle name lately, she thought - and still remained naked whenever she was in it, even when visitors were there. Not that she got too many visitors. They seemed to find the place cold and always appeared embarrassed when in the presence of the cheerfully unclothed Katie.She was not looking forward to Christmas and had not done so for three years since. She came in wearing one of my tank-tops like a sundress and handed me my phone, a look of smug satisfaction on her face as she saw Liza. I dialed Steves cell. Hey, man. You busy? He sounded sleepy and confused. Um. No, I guess not. Whats up? I was hoping you could come by. Gails moving in and I want to get some things settled so she can take care of the house and shit when away for work. Oh, right. Yeah. Give me an hour or so to wake up and get around and Ill be over. So about two hours. I know. I shoved the good one under the blankets and headed out to exchange the ones I had for a some others. All in all I had found two more. Just like the novels one of them had some bisexual pictures in it. I hid the three of them under the mattress of my bed. I got out of bed and put the magazines back and started looking through the novels trying to find one that had a loose cover. One of the westerns had a cover that had separated from the spine. I took the cover and wrapped it around the porn.