I felt movement and I woke up a little from a pretty erotic dream. We'd shifted around in our sleep and I was lying on my back with Brian's head on my...shoulder and one hand on a tit. My hand was around his erect dick, sticking out of his boxers. The movement I felt was him pulling away from my hand and I had grabbed it more tightly."Um, Janet, you need to let that go. I have to use it for something."I let him go. The vestiges of the dream prompted me to reply, "So do I, so bring it back soon.". For a while we lay quietly side-by-side, cooling off a little and getting our breath back. My thoughts ran over the events of the last few days and especially to the wild fuck we'd just had. "None of your younger partners have showed the enthusiasm Helen did. I wonder if she is into other forms of more adventurous kinky sex?" I mused, recalling one girl I'd known in my twenties."We'd better shower." Slowly we disentangled ourselves and with a great deal of merriment soaped and washed each. I began to draw my foot out of her, but she grabbed my ankle again."Leave it in there ... I like it." She growled, and there was this greedy sound in her voice I hadn't heard before. "It's the first time I've felt nice and full like this since ... well, since." She chuckled again, tossing her hair back.I nudged her with my foot, and she kind of writhed on it."Fuck, I can't believe how good that feels," she moaned.My foot felt like it was in a warm, tight bath. It was such a sexy sensation. Even. "I'm sorry, ma'am," I said, knowing it was what she wanted to hear. She laughed nervously. "You can at least quit calling me 'ma'am' now." "I don't know your name," I said. "It's Sally," she said. "Will you call me Sally?" "Yes, ma'am, Miss Sally," I said. She was still looking at me as if she didn't believe I had happened in her kitchen this morning. "How old did you say you were?" "Eighteen," I said, because no old lady ever wanted to believe I was sixteen. She had to make light of.