I was happy to oblige. Nothing seemed strange with Lady, and I enjoyed the feasty gleam in her eyes as she admired my tool. The majority of women of her age, although they no doubt still thrill at the thought of a young cock, could never show it with such lascivious abandon. Lady always looked as though she was about to start dribbling from both sets of lips and I wondered for a moment how much of her cunt slime that leopard skin sofa had soaked up over the years since she bought it. It seemed appropriate that it should have, as it was not merely an item of furniture, but an accessory, just like her expensive and tacky jewellery, and the clothes that she wore and which were so outlandishly sexy on her. .....