He was very apologetic and sad. He told me what happened, you know, what he told Jo. He took a girl out, or rather she took him back to her flat and s...he sort of attacked him. Was crazy for sex with him. He was so shocked, and shy I suppose, that he was completely unable to perform.’ I raised my eyebrows. He smiled, ‘That can happen,’ he said, ‘we males are not as simple as you women think. Certain things can put us off completely and, on this night, her antics did. Again I suppose it’s a bit. Some stalls similar to public bathroom stalls, but these had holes drilled into the walls. There was a corner that has a leather upholstered "mattress" big enough to lay on, and a leather sex swing in the corners. One section had some walls about 7 feet tall with holes drilled in them and surrounded on three sides by a higher walk way with the matching holes about waist level. Also there was a little video area playing the same porn videos as in the rooms, but this had two levels of stadium. “Apparently it was a common thing they did, “ I spluttered. “Had to get their kicks somehow.” “So what do you think they were actually doing?” Dorothy asked. I couldn’t tell if she was winding me up, flirting or really didn’t know. “ Sounds to me,” I said in my role as experienced, broad-minded younger man, “like Essie - is it Essie? Yes, well she was performing cunnilingus on Agnes.” Now I was the one blushing. “Licking her out,” Dorothy said evenly, gazing into the distance. I couldn’t. Her total and complete surrender. Jill pushed his hands away from the cotton as she turned in his arms. ‘Turn out the lights,’ she whispered against his lips. It was the only thing she denied him. As spectacular as the sex had been the past month, it was always the same. Hot and heavy coming togethers of their bodies, their afternoon delights, with clothes pushed up or aside just enough to get the job done. Kitchen counter tops, rug burns from living room carpets, hell even the garage bent.