She rubbed herself against my crotch, and said in a throaty purr." I can feel your peter getting ready to fuck."My penis hadn't been referred to as 'p...ter' since my time with Annalise, and I had an instant recall of her. I deflated like a Zeppelin caught in a hail of machine gun fire, thinking I was defaming her memory by being with a whore, conveniently forgetting that Annalise had been a bar girl and part time whore herself. What does that say about the male psyche?Greta looked worried.. "So, Joan told me no more dancing lessons?" She smiled at me, and shook her head back and forth to indicate no. "I forgot what she said my other choices were." You forgot?" She had climbed up on the merry go round when she come over to me and I'd stood up and was pushing it to make it spin around. I wasn't making it too fast, but she'd been making a complete revolution every ten seconds or so. When she asked me if I'd forgot, she jumped off the merry go round and I caught her, just like she'd. We were both fairly new to kinky sex but tried some things we read or heard about and had a lot of fun along the way. It all started when we went to a party at one of the sorority houses . This was a normal get togethernot a lot of drinking but this was a girls sorority . Food was good and I did find some beer so a goodtime was had . Then my girl friend grabs my hand and pulls me out side the back door and over to some of her friends away from the house. She said we got to try this stuff , her. She still had her figure; the only sign of the passage of time was a bit of grey that she had to dye out of her hair, and the usual wrinkles that go with age. But there was no question that she was still a babe. This made things all the more frustrating for me. Watching her change her clothes, or go in and out of the shower, or wear a bikini at the beach, was sheer torture for me. For some years I had been in a constant state of unsatisfied arousal. I was beating off so much I was risking.