“did you hear what we was saying” asked Carl,“yes, every word” I replied “sorry mum” Josh said looking at Carl, “yes sorry, Carl agreed,...��are you both gay, or crossdressers, or do you just like seeing your mum naked, please tell me” I said a little bit more relaxing,“a bit of everything” Josh replied, I went over to them, I took the pillow Josh and Carl the bed sheet, their cocks were small and soft and I smiled inwardly to myself, I patted the bed and they came and sat down facing me, it didn’t. Are you” ? Said Martin. “No! certainly not” I replied.At that moment, the telephone rang, it was Tracey. She would be at least another half an hour before she arrived. “Time for a bit more action then” Said Martin after I had put the phone down, now completely recovered, as was I. “Have you ever tried anal Mrs G?” He hopefully enquired. I couldn’t tell a lie, it used to be one of my favourite sex activities before my ex husband left me for a younger woman. “I might have done” I replied, unable. It was a place that positively reeked of atmosphere like one finds in quaint little European towns with vestiges of Roman influence. No Romans in Washington Square Park, but it does boast an "Arc de Triomphe" similar to the one in Paris, France.The geometry of the park is a bit odd in that is more of a rectangle than a square just like the much larger park called "Central" in the middle of Manhattan Island. Strangely, this park had its start as a graveyard mostly for paupers and then graduated. Well, that blows it (pardon the pun) for me! No pussy, no laundry! I'll go (in this life) even so far as to do anal WITH A GIRL! But I want to be able to reach down and tantalize her little pink puffy pussy lips when I do. I DON'T want to reach down and feel that unwelcome extraneous appendage! But I digress. Back to my NICE dream. What would I do when the time came to give up the V card? I guess I would have to ask a girl friend to use a prosthetic on me. God made toys just for such.