Seems Jane is an aural voyeur, kinda like me. I love sex talk, especially during sex, and as I would come to learn, Jane was all about that too, and r...eally had one filthy little mind in that smart brain inside that gorgeous head of hers. I continued to detail how Eileen came on to me. How she and I became close and I became her confidant sort of. How at 16 Eileen told me she was lonely but didn’t trust men due to her bad experiences in her past. She refused to go to bars to meet guys and didn’t. She was starting to cum. She was feeling the effects of the pawing but she really wanted to cum on a long cock. The very cock that she was sucking on. Without warning, a thumb entered her arse. “Fuuuuck, that‘s it,” she moaned as her mouth left the cock. She stole a glance behind her and then glanced down towards the cock standing proud of the body that was pawing her. Susan licked her lips. She grabbed Chris’s cock and straddled his body positioning his cock right over her pussy. The thumb. “I don't know, doing it together sounds weird”.Janette leaned towards me and said “ Amy, has anything ever felt better”?I wish I could tell her, it can feel better! “I'll think about it” is what I told her. The day before my meeting with “The Man”, I planned out how to get there unnoticed. Going out the back door to the park and then going out a side entrance, walking around the park towards the Hotel. The next day, that's what I did. Going up to the eighth floor making sure nobody was. ”Naoko wanted to argue, but she knew he was right. Paul Macon was usually right, the old bastard. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe thirty years old, but everybody knew that he was actually a hundred and thirty. That in itself wasn’t unusual; out of a human population of eleven and a half billion, just over one million people were older than a hundred twenty; nearly a thousand were over a hundred fifty. Not one of these ultra-centenarians looked to be older than seventy, and most.