“You know what’s becoming extinct?” Lori asked Trey as they were getting ready for bed.

“Um, bees?” Trey guessed.

“Maybe,” Lori said. “But something else.”

“Honey,” Trey said.

“You’re funny,” Lori said. “No, I was thinking of phone books.”

“Phone books?” Trey said. “What are phone books?”

“So funny,” Lori said.

“Yeah, but what’s the big deal if there are no phone books?”

“Well, for one thing, what are little kids going to sit on if they can’t reach the table?”

“Like a booster chair?” Trey said.”

“So you never sat on a phone book?” Lori asked.

“Not that I remember,” Trey said. “Did you?”

“I did,” Lori said. “The Yellow Pages.”

“Is that a pee joke?” Trey said.

Lori punched his shoulder.

“Anyway there are still books,” Trey said.

“Yeah, but none as fat and soft and supple as the good old Yellow Pages,” Lori claimed.

“You could stack them up,” Trey said.

“Possibly,” Lori agreed. “But keeping your balance might be a problem.”

“Why don’t we try it?” Trey said.

They placed the books they’d been reading on Lori’s stool. Lori climbed on.

“How is it?” Trey asked.

“Comfy, I guess,” Lori said. “Actually kind of sexy.” She wiggled her butt.

“You’re not going to pee on my book, are you?” Trey said.

“No, but I might come on it,” Lori joked.

“Yeah, come on it,” Trey encouraged her. “I want your cum on my cover.”

“I want your cum in my ass,” Lori said.

“Really?” Trey asked.

“Gosh, no. I meant to say cunt.”

“Please,” Trey begged.

“Okay,” Lori said, “but cunt first.”

Before they were done, the book cover was covered with cum.