The next morning, Monday, I spent working on my new project. And chatting with Paula. She seemed to be in a good mood and even started as many convers...ations as I did, via IM.While warming leftover pizza in the oven for dinner, I heard a soft knock on the front door. Katie stood shivering in the cold, wearing an old worn jacket and knitted gloves.“Hi, come in. Can I take your jacket?”I surmised that Nattie told her my address.She nodded, followed by a quiet, “yes, please.” The shortest of the. Old lady. She wasn't actually that much older 28. During the class we started talking. Ater class we met for coffee and talked. We had a lot in common; books, photography, antiques. She had this weird idea that she was reincarnated from Russian aristocracy...that was fucking weird but it wasn't like she paraded around telling people to bow to her. For several weeks me hung out together doing stuff and there wasn't anything sexual going on. One day we had been browsing antique shops and when we. Paul slid his finger between her vaginal lips and touched the wet softness. Glenda responded by thrusting her hips upward to force his fingers deeper into her. She was hot and panting. Paul felt her heating hotter by the second. Involuntary groans of passion issued from her throat.Glenda released Paul's head and used all her strength to pull him atop her. She spread her legs and grabbed the cheeks of his buttocks to guide him in. Paul complied. He thrust in deep, sliding through the moistened. The feeling of his hand rubbing around his now hairless genitals was new and exciting. Just as he was getting started he felt King Jake’s walking stick strike his right forearm. “A serf must always be naked when pleasuring oneself so as not to stain or soil their clothing.” Travis removed his robe and sandals and returned to stroking his hard cock. Lizzy stood across from him and watched intently as he stroked up and down the shaft and tickled his hairless balls with his other hand. With Lizzy.