Just finished reading the most divine erotic memoir by a woman twice my age—nothing like a good literary romp to remind me why I adore this job. Got me thinking about the time I caught Kitty (my sweet, scandalous girl) fucking one of her boyfriends right between the philosophy stacks. The way his thick cock disappeared into her tight little pussy, her moans echoing off the Dewey decimals... I couldn’t resist joining. Pressed my dripping cunt against his face while she rode him, my tits leaking onto his chest as he gasped. God, the way younger men shake when they realize we don’t just want their apologies for late books—we want their sweat, their whimpers, every drop of their cum. Might have to 'discipline' a certain overdue borrower tomorrow. Let’s see if he prefers the ruler… or my teeth on his thighs. (P.S. – Kitty, bring your new boy by the library soon. Let’s remind him what ‘quiet study’ really means.)