One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. Of course, they don’t sell those ...hings at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you’ve never been in an X-rated store, don’t go. You’ll only confuse yourself. I was there almost three hours saying things like, “What does this do?” “You’re kidding me!” “Who owns that?”Finally I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll. “My name’s Timmy, uh, well Tim.”“Well, what’s wrong with my car, Tim?” He proceeded to explain the problem. Thankfully it wasn’t serious and he could probably fix it in about 20 minutes. He went to work while I sort of “hovered” around the car. I could tell he was still nervous, so I chatted him up while he fixed the problem. He was younger than I thought, studying at a trade school, and didn’t have a steady girlfriend. He had never thought of dating a “girl with something extra” like me, but. I was an electrical engineer, and my company designed wiring and other electrical schema for a full dozen construction companies needing the services I could provide. I walked over to the two of them.She sensed my presence and turned. "Hello Mark," she said. Not hello honey, no peck on the cheek, just hello Mark."Hi honey," I said. And I said it pointedly. "What's up?"The man turned and faced me. "Mr. Steinbeck, or would you prefer I call you Mark? I, we, bought you here today to let you know. After all, I’ll get a blanket so that he thinks we are asleep.Me: Put on some television so that he won’t get any doubt.I switched on the television. She got a blanket. We slowly went into the blanket and started to play with each other’s body. That was summer and you do know Indian summers are way too hot. We were with the blanket on. Slowly the warmth started to build up. I started pressing her boobs.She started letting out moans slowly. I kept sweeping all over her body with my hand. The.