She sent me a slew of pictures, my memory card packed full of pixel packed beauty. The first few were tame, shots of her in familiar places. Then, the... got more risque as the weeks passed. Just waking up, brushing her teeth, or making dinner segued into lying under a cover of bubbles in the tub, posing in newly purchased lingerie. The other shots I didn't dare pull up. People have been detained by TSA for less. I struggled with the recurring throb as I shuffled through the cattle call of. "listen i'm sorry for what just happened i didn't know you were awake"...and then i interrupted and said ..."don't worry, you look gorgeous, you look great for a 52 year old." "if you got this bad boy here rock hard ,that means you look good." as i told her that, she blushed when she saw my boxers and saw that i had a boner.As i was putting on my pants she asked me if i wanted some breakfast and i responded "the only breakfast i want is what i saw five mins ago." she blushed again,and told me. She had placed all that I would need on a towel beside me on the bed and then sent in the not so willing patient. The thermometer looked somewhat over sized the bulb being normal but the body of it wide to about the size of a thumb. I had been told that only the tip should be introduced but every part of me wanted to insert the full thing just to see if her bottom could open up to the full size. This wasn't going to happen while I still had an overseer.I took a glob of the petroleum jelly on my. A trim, neat town, where picket fences separated my house from yours. Porches served as windows onto a small world, where you had only to sit for ten minutes before you found someone to wave to. A small town like the one further west, or further east. It didn’t seem to matter. They all served the same purpose. They were all coastal towns. It was just that the sea was made of corn. On the edge of the town was a series of large silos, like upended submarines, shoving their way upwards out of.