As she cried out, I genuinely worried the rest of the house might hear. I decided to take a little risk. I asked Kat if she was feeling adventurous a...d she nodded. I led her to an ottoman at the foot of a leather reading chair I used for quiet time. The ottoman had been a favorite of my wife’s. This method allowing both of us perhaps the easiest fuck both of us would have. It held precious memories for me that cruelly faded with time. I longed to use it again. I instructed Kat to lean over. "Can I touch yours," I asked.His face froze for a second then he nodded. I gingerly reached out a hand and touched his cock. It twitched as I touched it but it didn't shrink. I just brushed it against my hand."Grab it," he said suddenly. I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand round his hard rod and pulled at it gently. I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed, his teeth biting his lower lip. He was ENJOYING it! I decided to see how far I could go. I gently tugged him closer and once. Vicky: It felt so good, like deep in my heart, meeting needs of old guys who had given up hope of ever again having fun sex. I was proud to make it as much fun for them as it was for me.Vic: I got to admit that the look of amusement on those nursing students' faces was reward enough for me. But I too felt pride in knowing I was forwarding their careers and doing my part for medical professionalism. Also, I'm getting used to having clothed girls keep me horny with no orgasmic release. It's. By then my lunch break was just about over. So I said we had to get back. The drive back was short and his truck was loaded. So off he went thank goodness. I spent the rest of the day concentrating on my job so I would not think about what happened at lunch. The drive home was a different story, I could not stop thinking about how close he set next to me, how good looking he is, my mind was racing. Mark got the benefit of my excitement that night. When we went to bed I pounced on him. Pulled.