I started thinking about how my uncle had shown me how to cast keys and small metal items. It can’t be too difficult to make a dildo form and pour s...me gel into it. I told her about my idea.“Really, you would? I would love that so much!” She said and gave me a real passionate kiss as I played some more with her ass. “Gosh, I don’t even know your name! I’m Catherina," she said and lifted her head from my crotch.“I’m Eric, I just moved into the cottage on the farm,” I said as I slowly fingered. I wasnow lying in the wet patch I'd made on the couch. I wrestled her alittle so that she now lay on the damp spot and I could get to work onher. It was the second half of the game and time to change ends: for meto bring her to climax.Tisha stopped me before I could get too far. Squirming out from underme, she grabbed my hand and wordlessly led me upstairs to her bedroom.I couldn't take my eyes off her nearly-nude body as we climbed thestairs. It was as if seeing her for the first time. I drank. Come to think of it, why am I keeping a personal journal? Well, I don’t have an eidetic memory, oh, I can remember things that happened a week ago, but I don’t remember something from an hour ago ... selective prioritisation, the memory from last week was meaningful, was important.I am afraid that there will come that day, when I have a noodle-memory, everything just flows through, without even yielding, let alone stopping, like water being poured over noodles, and I am forced to remember on. Can you manage to put off sharing my bed until another night; perhaps on our second date?” Dinner date evening closed for Dan with another brandy in his own den alone with his thoughts. I really didn’t expect sex, just the intimate conversation. She kisses with an ardor that surprises me. I love her attitude and refusal to grow old anything but gracefully. I didn’t know women in their sixties could look that good or kiss that passionately. I think I will ask her out again, and I think I will.