Not being the social animal my aim was to settle for a quiet uneventful life, believing all things sexual were long gone. Except for the looking of co...rse and I could always imagine how it was when I was young.But who was I kidding!You see; there are lots of lonely spinsters and widows here. One day, there was I, minding my own business and pricking out the spring seedlings in the greenhouse - when along comes Faith. Now every time we see each other I think of Faith Donahue, there's giving away. "You know what does surprise me Dutch?" What's that?" He asked as he raised his hand to catch the attention of the bartender."That neither one of us has a fuck room. You know -- a playpen of serious proportions." True. But I have been giving it some thought, really I have." The last was said to rebut the raised eyebrow of his long-time friend and colleague."I'm not shittin' you," Dutch protested. I've been reading about what's called a Tantric Room; a room that's programmed for screwing, or to. He excelled at applying them, taking me to edges of ecstasy, keeping me poised for a special release. There was pain mixed with pleasure, needling stabs soothing like acupuncture, electrical tingles and zaps, even hard slaps on the tender parts of my skin.I could feel the sharp protrusions of a special tentacle raking me across the thighs and ass, stinging just right as the others put pressure on my chest, curling around my throat to choke me. I was rising up against the cave wall, pressed. Mom's friend was nice and treated me real good but I knew she kinda wished she'd not agreed to look after me." She looked me straight in the face. "I know these two weeks are going to be really, really good." Suddenly she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek."Jordan, I'm only too happy to help your mom out." I looked at her and smiled. "C'mon, let's continue. We've walked over half of the trail so it won't take as long to get back." I'm not tired, I just wanted to give you a hug and say.