Sometimes, a doctor would order a massage for a particular patient. Older hospital patients could join a ‘Senior Friends’ club for $15.00 a year, ...hich qualified the spouse of the patient for one free meal in the cafeteria each day the patient was in the hospital. One of the ‘perks’ of joining was the patient or a family friend could get a free massage at the hospital’s health club. Of course, the health club was a teaching arm of the hospital where they trained student therapists. The ‘free’. Needless to say, my dick didn't care as her hand felt better than mine did, and I didn't as long as I didn't think of her doing it, I was really beginning to enjoy this feeling. She started to rub my dick even thought I had my Pajama Bottoms on. Mumbling, something about did I want her to do the nasty thing she did to it. I made a grunting noise and her hand went inside my Pajamas grabbing my dick rubbing her fingertip along the head. I was getting pretty excited at her touch, Then her eyes. Took her to a winery I know that serves great food. We got a spot in the corner on some couch and ate charcuterie, and drank wine all night. We hit it off like we were old friends. Laughing, smiling, having great in depth conversations alongside inappropriate jokes and a tendency for the conversation to always become sexual. Leaving the bar I asked if she wanted to come over to my place for a night cap. She emphatically agreed.We arrived at my place and I could instantly tell she was impressed. "Steve, I don't know about you, but I'm very hesitant to have our weapons up front and loaded. I don't want to use them unless it's to shoot out tires or some other non-lethal defense, but guns aren't made for non-lethal purposes. I'd just as soon put them in the back, out of easy reach. How's that sit with you?"For a brief moment Steve looked as confused as a pilot asked to fly without wings, but his face turned grim when he realized the consequences of having loaded arms at hand. He'd use.