I watched and I waited, praying she would stay until the library closed-And catching my breath every time she leaned forward and her skirt rose a few ...inches on her creamy thin thighs. The library closed at ten oclock,I watched with baited breathe as people slowly trickled out, and at nine fifty when she still sat, reading away, I knew I had her. When ten struck, I silently rose, and began to walk slowly around her back. I kept a great distance, not wanting to disturb her reading as I crossed to. I took off my clothes and stood in front of my full length mirror. I lifted my breasts slightly up to where they used to sit and cursed god for letting me get old. My dark pubs had thinned a little over the years, but didn’t look too bad since I’d trimmed the edges earlier that morning. My legs were still good I told myself, long and full with trim ankles and calves. I opened my legs slightly so my lips were exposed and ran a finger over my clit. I considered taking a vibrator to it to take the. Going into the basement where it was cooler we had the usual small talk that people have when they haven't seen each other for a long time. Eventually things turned towards "personal" details of our lives. We both expressed disappointment in our current relationships and the lack of passion and sex in our lives. I could tell that she was getting turned on as her shifting on the couch became much more frequent and soft little sighs whenever I mentioned the things we used to do to each other many. “Mmm,” she said sadly.She was mesmerized looking at his cock. It had gone flaccid. He was touching it again but gently, wiggling it. She liked watching cocks slowly go erect.She had been obsessed with cocks lately, indulging her fascination through pictures, porn videos, and even her own drawings. Henry’s was the first “real” one she’d seen in a while. Since he had been so candid and open and vulgar about his obsession with breasts, big breasts, little breasts, perfect silicon breasts, and then.