His wife and I helped the old man into the bedroom where we sat him upon the bed, feet up and with a pillow behind his head.After all the beer drinkin... I had to use the bathroom so she walked me there, switched on the light for me and turned around leaving the door open. While I was taking a piss with my pants and boxer shorts down I hear the wife come back in..The next thing I feel is her hand from behind touching my butt and balls.I finished my pee and when I turned around she was on her. ’ ‘I didn’t check any of ’em out.’ ‘Why not for crap sake?’ ‘I just couldn’t. I’d be afraid to take ’em to the lady at the desk.’ ‘You’re such a wimp, Ernest. Sometimes I don’t believe you. You had the chance to learn all about what girls look like and you finked out. Give me the titles and tell me where they are in the library and I’ll check ’em out. Then maybe, we’ll both find out what girls look like.’ The next morning, Ernest provided Frank with the names and location of the books he had. Her trim figure was feminine without any excess fat, and her breasts, while modest, were shapely and capped by some very tempting, very erect nipples. With her face, figure, and vivacious personality, even Darryl had to admit she was an unusually attractive woman. His body started to respond in confirmation."So, Sugar, I'm pretty sure that pole between your legs agrees that I'm not the ugliest gal in this berg. You are by your own admission and by your own choice free. You're on your way to a. . fantasize," Christina said hesitantly, uncertain of where this was going. "And what do you fantasize about?" "I don't know, Doctor… it's been awhile since I tried last. But I remember imagining a big, wet, you know, sliding into me." "I see. It's quite common among young girls to fantasize about the male genitalia. Do you get wet, when thinking of it?" Caroline asked. There was a strange light in her eyes; an almost lusting expression."Yeah," Christina said simply. "Well then. Your problem.