"You remember everything?" she asked incredulously. It was obvious I was going say yes. "It doesn't work that way!" I had been climbing down the ladde... as we talked and I walked over to her. I desperately wanted to scoop her into my arms and kiss her. I caressed her cheek instead. "Celeste, I don't know anything about your magic," I explained. "But somehow, some time last night, you became a part of my heart. There is nothing that would keep me from remembering you." "What do you mean?" she. She slowly removed her dress and left only red lace panties on as she walked behind the love seat. Her breasts were still sexy at her age and the nipples were rock hard. The panties came off and she tossed them to me. I caught them and could feel how wet they were. I left it on her desk and began to walk seductively toward her. I kissed her eagerly and devoured her tongue in my mouth. I kissed slowly down her neck to her left breast. I kissed around her nipple and traced the areola with my. We went into her flat - her (adult) son and daughter were both out for the night, and we sat on the living room couch, Pauline got us both a drink but neither of us were really interested in drinking - we kissed passionately and held each other close, her tongue darting around inside my mouth as I ran my hand up her chubby thigh. We stood up and stumbled into the bedroom still kissing, and Pauline pulled my shirt open, rubbing her hand over my chest and unbuttoning my jeans. I kicked my shoes. Neit. There was sex between some of the troops, of course, but often none---and so returning home, these young guys were practically exploding with frustrated sexual urges and desires; and the number one, overriding urge the came home with was to either fuck some woman, any woman, like crazy, or, it that wasn't a possibility, then lots and lots of masturbation (and plenty of porn to go with it), or, failing that, a blow job, and blow job by whoever was willing to give it; and that benefited.