Mrs. Roberts, the librarian, hears us!

Damn! Sophia's a real screamer.

"What is all this ruckus back he…" I hear Mrs. Roberts say as she comes around the shelves. I am frozen watching as transitions to quieter moans, her orgasmic spasms dying down. My eyes dart around looking for where I put the remote.

"This is a library," Mrs. Roberts says levelly, as her eyes fall upon the naked ginger panting in pleasure on the desk, arms angrily crossed over her chest. She looks mad, but not as mad as she should. "Keep it down, or you will be asked to leave," she adds, as if we had just been talking too loud.

"I'll hah sorry Mrs. Roberts," Sophia says still breathing heavily as she lightly runs her fingers over her gash.

"What?" I exclaimed, drawing another cross look.

"Shh," she dramatically pantomimed at me in classic librarian fashion.