One of these was in a strange posture, face up, raised from the floor by lower legs and straight arms, assuming the shape of a bench. His rigid penis...stood straight up and the male organ, alone among his body parts was moving, visibly throbbing. The other was standing, in a humbly bowing posture. His penis was heavy, flaccid and also moved, rotating in a circle.(The movement and seeming life of long-deceased phallus was effected by attachment to small battery-operated engines -- sometimes. "Yeah. It's only me. I'm just headed to the cafÈ for a cup of coffee before I head home." I don't know why I said that."Me too. Care to join me?"I walked with the prof into the empty cafeteria. I got myself a cup of coffee from the coffee machine and took a seat at one of the tables. Hungry joined me a moment later with his muffin and coffee. We were the only two people in the huge dining room.I took a sip of my coffee. Man! The coffee's bitter here. Hungry pointed to a counter where. . a cabin . . . just below her. She set off for that.Even as the sun was breaking over the eastern horizon, Sally was cautiously approaching the cabin, noticing that there was a faint whiff of wood smoke coming from its chimney. Someone was not only living there, but possibly awake. That she was a naked woman, coming to the door of a total stranger in the early morning did not escape her thoughts. But she also was a desperate naked woman in serious need of help. She had no idea where she was,. My wife doesn’t drink winethat often so it made me just a bit suspicious whenshe insisted that I buy some, but I had no idea whatshe had in mind. The trip to the store and back tookabout a half hour. When I returned she greeted melooking like some hooker you’d find in an alleysomewhere. She’d made her face up applying a very heavy palebase. Wearing long false eye-lashes, a wide slash ofblack eyeliner, two shades of bright eye shadow,gleaming ruby red lipstick and a blonde wig.