There was a big rug behind the bed on the wall and it showed a picture of a young woman, nude, laying on a carpet of flowers. I guess it was knitted r...ght into the rug. The whole thing was breathtaking. Even to a 16-year-old. I stood there, made unable to speak by that room and that bed. I just stared at it like a stupid person. Miss Rose watched me with a smile on her face and gave me time for it all to sink in. Then she spoke to me as she always did, quietly, with a little laugh in her voice.. Inevitably,I would tell almost all of them about my secret. Some of them handledit well, others took it badly. But none of them took "to" it.I was beginning to get used to the idea of never dressing again for awoman. Then I met her. We'll call her Nicole. She and I took to each other immediately. She was a free spirit who regularly wore dresses andskirts. She had an immense collection. We quickly became friends, andalmost immediately, I told her about my (as I was calling it then)problem. To my. “Since the erection has deflated that means his b1ood has gone back to his upper brain rather than where we want it, back down between his thighs. So we need a short quick path to his brain. I like to use a man’s ears to convince him he still wants to fuck me again and again.” The younger girl laughed as her mother smiled at her. Then they both sat on opposite sides of me and taking the lead from her mother, they began sucking and kissing on my ears and neck!To me, hearing the sounds of wet. As the woman approached with her trolley full of purchases he blurted out, "Can I buy you a coffee?"Again that smile before she replied, "That would be nice but I had really better get these frozen things home, perhaps we could meet later?"With those words, Michael did not know what jumped the most, his heart or his penis but he managed to answer, "Yes, yes that would be lovely."They arranged to meet in a cafe in town in one hour's time and Michael felt elated although he knew nothing about her.