Page 14 of Silver Fox Daddies

I don’t even know the librarian’s name. All I know is that my body doesn’t want her.

Itneedsher.

I abandon the flatware, folding the pancake in half like an omelet to shove in my mouth. As sergeant at arms, mealtimes are the most important parts of the day, but I have no appetite this morning.

“She sounded gone,” Bishop says, taking a swig of coffee. “Couldn’t even text right.” He brings a napkin to his lips. “She wanted us, though. I could tell from the look in her eye.”

“She looks young,” I add. “What if she’s underage? That won’t bode well for us.”

“Underage women don’t have tits like that,” Bishop says.

“That’s true,” says Cash. “But she does have quite the innocent face.”

“She’s no older than twenty, that’s for sure.” I fork a potato into my mouth.

You see a naked woman and get hard because that’s what your body is meant to do, but there’s something different about that librarian from yesterday. I can’t pinpoint it. She just looked so fresh-faced. So beautiful. She wasn’t even trying to be sexy, but gave off that impression anyway.

She was wearing a simple white tee. And her breasts looked phenomenal, even in that.

And then she sent a naked picture of herself.

I went to bed last night stroking my cock. Twice. Once didn’t sate me enough.

“Let’s see the photo again.” I hold out my hand for Bishop to pass me his phone.

“What? Why? It’s onmyphone.”

“Yeah, but we were all there yesterday.”

“I don’t know how I feel about sharing this woman with you, mate.”

I dead-eye him, and then shoot up from my chair, digging into his jean pocket.

“Steady on.”

“Not my fault you have terrible reaction times.”

That’s why I’m sergeant at arms and he’s road captain.

I swipe, unlocking the phone to see the image already there.

Sneaky. Looks like Bishop has been having another look this morning too.

Cash shuffles over and looks with me.

I’m so hungry for her pussy. Fuck, it looks delicious, her folds like rose petals that probably smell just as fragrant.

And then there’s her breasts. They sit so perfectly, so round and firm. Her nipples are the same color as her pussy, pebbled hard. Either she played with them, or they just naturally hardened from arousal.

Cash inspects closer. “Do you think she got a breast enhancement?”

“No.” I pinch the screen and zoom in. “I don’t think so.”

I’ve been with quite a few women in my time, enough to know that her breasts are all natural. They look both soft and firm. I can only imagine how they feel to touch.

“Still nothing this morning?” I ask.

“Nope,” Bishop says. “Not a word from her.”