Eric slowly stroked himself, his fantasy shifted from the youngest woman in the house to the eldest. He’d often wondered what she looked like under her suits or jogging outfits. In his mind he pictured her posing this way and that in different kinds of lingerie.
He rolled over and pulled an old issue of some dirty fuck book out from between the matress, it's cover long since gone. As he flipped through it. His imagination too over and the faces of the models began to fade away and be replaced with those of Carol, Tera or Kimber. His strokes began to speed up, "Might as well knock one out..." |