Decades.She and her partners had the entire floor. It was casually elegant. Comfortable, stylish furniture. An eclectic collection of modern art and s...culpture everywhere.I glanced at three black and white Daumier caricatures behind the receptionist’s desk. I knew, without knowing, they’d be originals.Soft, barely perceptible, background music — 70s pop. “American Pie” at the moment. Gloria would have been in her 30s when that came out.I followed Sistine, noting that she walked with a .... It all depended on if mom had wine with her sleeping pill. It seemed that when she drank wine with her pills she really passed out. Daddy told me he felt we could have fucked in her bed right next to her and she would never wake up that’s how dead to the world she got. Lucky for me and daddy, mom drank wine most nights. She told us it made her mellow and relaxed. I encouraged her and in fact I even got her a glass when she asked me. I would smile as I watched her drink it down.Many nights I. This caused a massive orgasm that seemed to last forever. The rest of the session was a blur. She was a complete slut, sucking cock, sucking pussy, being eaten by everyone. The number of orgasms became a blur. They seemed continuous, and were extremely intense. Eventually, she asked for it to end. Her restraints were released, and the blindfold removed. Reaching for me, she drew me to her and kissed me gently. Asking if I was turned on by it all, I said I was. She said she was more. Slowly she looked up at me "Are you trying to replace me with a younger model?"Shocked I responded, "Absolutely not! No one could ever replace you." So why did you bring her home? Are you telling me that you don't plan to fuck her?"I didn't have an answer to her question. Well I had an answer to part of her question. I had definitely planned to fuck her, but I didn't really know why I brought her home with me."She was just going to be a little fuck toy for us to play with." I explained lamely.