So on a particular Thursday during summer vacation, I explored the notorious inner sanctum of ‘My Parent’s Bedroom.’ Of course there was a bount... of helpful items carefully hidden in plain sight under the bed in a cardboard box; which a girl of fourteen would naturally investigate. So I pulled the treasure out from under the bed and ran outside to the garage. It seemed like a logical place to go. Besides, I wanted to find out about sex, and this stuff was loaded with information. I got. They had been married nine years. He was thirty-five. She thirty and still as physically beautiful, he thought, as the day they met. Dark brown hair, green eyes, A voluptuous mouth that for years had only seemed to sneer. A great body, long legs, firm breasts, not huge, but big enough. A body that she never gave willingly any more. For a while he wondered if she was having an affair, but concluded that she wasn’t. She just didn’t like sex. She had in the beginning, or pretended. It was during a heat wave so I wasn’t too concerned about tenting. I drove to this RV and tent campground near a lake and a wooded area. After a couple of nights alone, I met this older couple who were sitting on lawn chairs down by the lake. We got to talking and it turns out they were retirees, she was 73 and her husband was 76. They looked pretty good for their age. The lady was so full of energy and quite striking for a woman her age. As we talked I could see her looking me up and down.. Not caring you wrap your right hand around your shaft, stroke up then down, up then down. Judging my speed you try copying me. You fail miserably. In my own world now I stroke harder, faster. Lights begin dancing behind my eyes. I’m going to come. I stop. Forcibly. I’m not ready and neither are you. I want you to see. You will see. Breathing deeply, for some reason my lungs are starved for air, I reach for the shower head. Pulling it free from it’s hook I change the setting. Rapid shots of.