I wondered if the back stabber would be around like my faux-kid had predicted. And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well, again... not a damn bit because I did not tust her—at all!And, of course, there was Anna, a much better person, but by no means the looker that my ex was. And, did that make any difference. I had convinced myself that it didn’t, but was I kidding myself. I was fifty-seven; a chooser I was never gonna be. Even Anna was fifty. Was she just settling for me?. What better way to show her who is in charge? Her head begins to tire on the stool, and she wishes she could put an end to the embarrassing position, but he makes her wait. He even slides in closer to her to get a better look, before gently touching the precious sex holes. Both of them are going to get a workout today.He tickles her clit a little and rubs between her lips searching for fluid. His wet finger polishes her button and she almost forgets about her aching neck, still supporting her. Sometimes, for me, nights are never long enough. “Yes,” I mumbled back, and continued to enjoy his hands on my body. He lowered his head to kiss my neck. One hand continued to rub my shoulder from behind while the other roamed lower, across my breasts, over my hardened nipples, and down my belly. I moaned when he found me already wet and waiting. His talented fingers found my clit and gently brushed it, and a second time, more forceful, drew a sigh from my lips. He wrapped his left arm around. I did a search for sex shops and found one on the other side of town. It took me half an hour to get there, but I was lucky and found a parking place right in front. When I walked in, I found myself in a dimly light room full of shelves. I began to look for dildos and toys and found them close to a desk where the till stood, and a woman in her thirties smiled at me. “Hi, what can I help you with?” I cleared my throat. “I’d like a vibrator, for my girlfriend.” She got up and walked around her.