Lots in room 27

Abbie rubbed at her face, then sniffed her fingers. They reeked of the smell of the filthy old man’s semen. The eighteen year old headed for the washroom, but has she did so, she heard a raucous cheer coming from room 27.

Curious, the teenager moved closer to the door. There was nothing now.

As she approached the door, Abbie realised that it was not quite closed and so her curiosity got the better of her and she pushed it slightly further open and peered inside. Abbie furrowed her brow at the sight that greeted her, as if unable fully to process what she was seeing.

In the lounge area, a genteel tea party seemed to be taking place as three old ladies played cards together. But when Abbie looked closer, she realised that each of the old ladies was in a state of partial undress, with breasts exposed and greying pussies on display.

At that moment, one old lady, who appeared to be wearing very little, apart from stockings held up by a garter belt, and a woollen shawl draped over her bare breasts, threw her cards down in disgust.

“I win again,” cackled another, triumphantly. “Never mind, Maude.”

The lady with the shawl, whom Abbie took to be Maude, folded her arms across her bare breasts, with a “hmmmff”.

“I’m sure you’re just playing to lose, dear,” said the third old lady, letting her fingers rest lingeringly on Maude’s arm.

“Yes,” responded the one who had clearly won the hand. “Now what shall we take off next?”

Maude folded her arms tighter as her opponent pushed herself breathlessly to her feet, with two walking sticks and a loud grunt.

“This one next, I think,” she said as she leaned over one stick and began slowly unhooking Maude’s stocking from her garter belt with bony fingers. As she bent to her task, one liver spotted breast hung low and the third woman began softly caressing it.

“Cut that out, Elsie,” the winner instructed.

“Sorry, Mary,” Elsie responded and reluctantly withdrew her hand.

“Now, lets slide this off for you,” muttered Mary under breath.

“Oooh, that feels nice,” commented Maude as Mary began sliding the stocking down her leg.

“You wait until you feel my tongue on your pussy, Maude; then we’ll what’s nice.”

“Oooh, you are wicked, dear,” cackled Maude.