Tried very hard, because for somereason the idea really appealed to me. Imagine beingable to get a blow job anytime the fancy strikes. To make a lo...g story short. I kept at it fromtime to time, and one day I figured it out. I was homealone, Cindy was out shopping, and I had just readanother story about this guy doing himself, and afterreading his experience, I when right into the bed roomstripped off my pants and got on the waterbed. That wasthe difference. A water bed allows one. ’ Her cheeks burned with the bold truth. All those years growing up next-door and it only took four to make him a stranger. A sudden bump caused a loss of balance until Jack steadied her with a firm grip and a quick smile. Tears welled up when he said, ‘It’s wonderful to see you too, Penelope. You’re prettier than I ever imagined.’ She pulled away to hide building emotion. ‘Shut up!’ she laughed. ‘You were always a smoothie. And please, call me Penny,’ she answered, while sitting down, sliding. Well, here I was at age twenty-eight blessed with a whole stable of high-class broads and all I could think about was my widowed Aunt who at thirty-eight still never failed to give me an erection just thinking about what she was hiding under her tight pencil skirt and loose fitting blouse that let you see her beautiful nipples perky as hell underneath.My Aunt came with her personal entourage of a silly little dog with fluffy white hair all over and a teenaged niece called Josie that wore braces. Huh? I thought. I was groggy and realized that I must have been dreaming and had woke up as horny as hell. I wanted my husband. I wanted him bad. I laid back and drifted back into my dream. It was a very erotic dream, just one continuous sex scene after another and I was enjoying every minute of it. I found myself fingering my pussy and was already getting wet. I thought that it was too bad he wasnt here. We had a pretty good sex life. We had our little games and most recently we had progressed.