Eventually the thing stopped nagging me but sleep won't come. Its too bright in the bedroom, the sun must be out. Not too surprising for Phoenix. I co...sidered looking at the clock, but why bother? There was nothing to do and I didn't give a damn about doing it. Just let me sleep, won't you God? I crave oblivion and sleep is my ferryman. Damn! Why did I have to think of rivers, now I have to pee. Piss on it, it's too much trouble. I'm old, why should anyone care if I piss on myself in bed. Old. We made love, manually, as we did the time before, though this time she initiated it by giving her attention to my prick. I did the same for her pussy and her tits, and by carefully balancing her rising orgasm against my own, managed to get us to orgasm together.I learned something about her that night. She had gone away and thought about it, had agreed with me, and then simply shown that agreement physically, and without alluding to it verbally. Perhaps that was how she was, perhaps she always. A few days later as I gathered-up her laundry, I placed out her dirty panties, please take a look for yourselvesAs a mother I apologise to you men who do not like to see the crotch of a f******n year old girls panties, before washing, but I am sure you can see the yellowish semen stains, I have been talking about, on both pairs, which would indicate the daily cock fucking she is actively doing.Worth mentioning, my tongue could detect the different tastes from each ejaculate, the female tongue. Well, he was a Kashmiri and Kashmiri guys are studs with great stamina. I just love them. As days passed we used to go to restaurants for a friendly date. One day while exercising I saw him looking at me. I don’t know what he was thinking but yes I saw the bulge down the stomach. I gave him a quirky smile and continued my exercise. He came closer to me.While I was on my treadmill he held my buttocks and said they need to grow big. He asked for long steps so that my hips get the exercise. Next.