"Come in."Celia swept into the living room and took command. "Hello, Ruthie, dear.Have you told them about your party?"Ruth peered at Celia, slightly ...ewildered. "Oh, yes, my birthday party.I'll be ninety, you know." Yes," said Celia, "we know. Have you told them about your guestpolicy?" OH! Oh, yes," said Ruth, "I almost forgot. Samantha, everyone who liveshere at Golden Days is invited, of course, along with their sons anddaughters."I could almost hear the mechanism of the trap being wound. Of course, we expect that some people will ultimately be disappointed. They will read the brochures, they will smile, they will ignore the minimum requirements, and they will complain and return the products and give us a zero-rating. Well, fuck them, that’s all I can say. Every package will clearly state its limitations, maybe in small print admittedly.For instance, we have had to put the following limitations on eThrust:Will not work with penises of less than 3 inches in length or vaginas too. So after dinner, perhaps after reading a little or watching a bit of the tube, waiting for the mosquitos to have their fill and move on, she would grab her towel and walk over to the pool for a little late night dip. Most of the Geritol brigade were long ago asleep, so she had the place essentially to herself.There was something both alluring and exciting about her nighttime swim, maybe it was the moonlight, maybe it was that she had it all to her own, but there was something definitely. ‘Will you… kiss me?’ she asked. I held her slim body against my strong one. She was trembling slightly. I gently moved my face forward and touched her lips with mine. I ran one hand through her long, soft, flowing, dark-brown hair as I did so, then used it to caress her neck and shoulders very gently. ‘What’s next?’ she asked. Her voice still had a nervous tremor in it. ‘The next step would be a tongue-kiss,’ I replied. ‘Okay,’ she said. I once again brought her face close to mine and gently.