Holy crap was it cold in here. But with her next to him it didn’t matter. He began ogling her breasts as he reached out and lightly pinched her nipp...es and pulled them fashioning to her that he wanted her close to him. My god did this feel good. She made a mental note that she should have worn a bra to see if he was good with bras or not but at this moment that thought was trivial oh well maybe next time she’ll test that theory. While kissing she pulled his shirt off from him now they were both. ? See? I did listen sometimes. Then I became aware that themuttering had stopped. An eerie silence hung over our house, even thetelevision seemed muted. ?Something terribly wrong was about to happen.?As I sat there on the sofa in my sweatpants and tee shirt I began tofeel an odd sort of electric charge in the air. Like in an area where abolt of lightning is about to hit. It got so bad all the hairs on myarms raised up, and I noticed that Trish had begun to moan in the otherroom. ?Suddenly I. She gave her address and asked me to come to her house next afternoon. I went to the address and rang the bell. An elderly lady opened the door and asked me to come in. I was made to sit and she asked about my service. She came to the point saying she wanted hard sex. She took to the bedroom and started undress me. I also undressed her. Even though she was in her 40, she had a roundish boob a good figure, a clean shaved cunt and a very sexy ass. She asked me to lie on the bed and mounted on me. Lots of color on some ugly men. The corridor is a ramp going down to a lower level. The hallway has millions of dollars in artwork on the wall, nothing modern, all typical for the 1920s. At the bottom is an open area leading in four directions. Each direction has a woman by the door. Each door is labeled; Bedroom, Kitchen, Parlor, and Storeroom.The Kitchen, my destination, is an old 1920's speakeasy. Big steaks, fancy food, big drinks, and just about anything goes. The bedroom has the hookers,.