It had been several weeks now since I saw Julie but to my surprise I hadthought of her many times during my nightly frigid sessions. I must bedesperat..., I thought, I never considered myself getting turned on by thethought another female, especially one so much younger than me but hey whatthe heck, I was getting some pretty good turn on thinking about her. Thethought of it was still a little uncomfortable, but yet exciting. Myfantasies had been running wild with all sorts of little mental images. Way too fucking long. It was a cheap hotel. It was a crappy room but you could smoke. Jan and Bob both smoked. Bob smoked those menthol cigarettes, the kind they market to k**s. Bob was still a k** at heart. He never did really grow up. Jan smoked those long white Virginia slims. She looked sexy smoking them and she knew it. Bob pored her a rye and Coke. Bob didn’t drink anymore. Bob knew that the key to getting a girl into bed was to get her drunk but not too drunk. There was a window of. "I don't even know if we can stand by ourselves!" Katie said quietly. "Give us a few minutes more to recover," she asked. I watched Katie and Margie sit there in the back of the Touring car, breathing hesitantly for several minutes while they recovered.Why was I thinking of them as Katie and Margie now, I wondered? Then it struck me; that was how they thought of each other and not their more formal names. No, these were their personal names for each other, but how did I know that?After a short. Stan pulled out of her and I dropped to my knees and cleaned him with my eager mouth, then stood up and kissed him on his mouth, 'Well done champ', and I looked down on her.She was still humping an imaginary cock, her thighs were squeezing together as she tried to achieve the ultimate release. I reached and took her leg and tied the ankle onto the edge of the Gurney, preventing her thighs from making contact, then I tidied and adjusted her underclothes, as she threshed around for the elusive.