As this went on, I then refitted the shop to cater for a wide variety of client interests. The fitting rooms were enlarged to accommodate a comfy sofa...and one with all tiles for the water sports lovers’‘Really’, I queried, you mean to say, some of you old birds love piss sex’‘Oh yes, Pete, but not that many maybe 5 or so who are regulars.‘So, Jack from what you’ve told me, you are really running a lovely part-time high-class brothel for old ladies who want to get their rocks off. And I presume. ', '5-... 'He leaned down, pinched her nose shut and breathed into her mouth. This time, her chest rose as he breathed into her. He pressed back down on her diaphragm, repeating the cycle.'1-... ', '2-... ', '3-... ', '4-... ', '5-... ' Breathe!'1-... ', '2-... ', '3-... ', '4-... ', '5-... ' Breathe!As he began to press down on her diaphragm again, he saw her chest rise slightly by itself. Not daring to hope, he pressed his head down between her breasts, his ear against her shattered. I was hitting the block every week looking for cans when I found this one house that had just been cleaned out. It was a jackpot! Not of beer cans, but of porno magazines. Most of these were Playboy, but I dug through and found some "other", more graphic magazines. I grabbed as many as I could and hid them in the garage until I could sneak them into the house...Even some of the non-Playboy mags I found rather boring. But there were two that I really liked: The first was "GIRLS WHO EAT. I was surprised that I did not feel even a tinge of jealously, rather I found it thrilling to watch. Brad and I just stood and watched, I was fascinated, I think that he was too. Whatever Fred was doing with his tongue, lips, fingers or teeth, Wendy was loving it as she moaned and yelled her encouragement. Oh! Yes! Fuck me with your tongue. Suck on my clit. Im about to cum on your face. And she did. And how! I just hoped that Brad would soon be giving me an orgasm to match Wendys. As we watched.