There were no games, no toys, no clothes. There were no truckloads of condoms, no supermodels hiding under the bed, no posters of partially or fully n...ked women. He knew what she was expecting to see, and this was not it.There was nothing superfluous. In this room he had exactly what he needed to survive all the time that he’d spent awake in here.His books.“Um,” she said, looking around at the shelves.He was proud of it, in a way. He’d categorized the shelves, splitting the room into fiction. Old Mr. Miller never made me lick his ass, but I was so hot I lapped at Mr. Miller’s balls for a moment, then let me tongue run around the rim of his asshole. He moaned. “That’s it slut, tongue my ass. Shove it up in there nasty baby girl.” I shuddered as Ginger ground against me, and pushed my tongue deep up Mr. Miller’s ass. I came right then, it was so nasty to be tonguing someone’s ass I loved it. Mr. Miller let out a yell, and pushed us both away. He aimed his cock and shot huge. . but I don’t have to like it.” She wiggled. “This ... I like...”“I’m so very glad you do. I was worried. Some women don’t...”“When you’re old and grey I am going to still be expecting you to make love with me.”“I hope I’ll be up for it...”Giggle. “By then, they’ll have all sorts of methods to keep us happy,” she said. “Right now you have to do it the old-fashioned way.”“Which works just fine, at least from my vantage point.”A little kiss. “I concur with your assessment.”“Pure bliss,” I said. But that hadn't happened in at least ten years. "Mmhmm" I managed to gasp. "What's going on there?" "Steve is fucking me in the ass," I moaned. "Oh goodness! Sounds delightful, is he as big as Pete?" "Bigger," I groaned. "I can't wait, how about I come up for a holiday next week." "Oh god mom", I moaned as Steve pumped my ass full of cum. "What was that about," Pete asked. "Don't worry Pete," I smiled as I licked Steve's cock, "Mom just wanted to say hi." "Sounded like more than that." "Hmmm,.