All based on the original bakery menu as well. There was also a counter of old fashioned candies which they bought and resold.Other than food items, t...e store sold some clothing and seeds. The kind you would have found in the original store. I knew the prices were high, but you were paying for the memories, as much as the food. Did I mention the store had the 1925 prices listed along with the current price. 1925 was the year it opened. Hot dog’s, all the way, were a dime on the original menu. Later she got to like the chats and kept sending messages. I spoke to her as I knew nothing about her. She told me more about herself. And we entered her marriage life topics. Asked her why she doesn’t have kids and so on. She opened saying that husband has a problem and so on.Now, I slowly turned the topic to sex. Her husband works far away and he comes once in a week. She was alone at home with her aunt. Since I knew that, it was my plus point. She said she is not satisfied with him as he is. “So What are you supposed to be then Joe?” she asked as she caught me in the back garden in my “loin cloth” and nothing else, my stiff erection barely contained. “It,s just a loin cloth Anna. I play like I,m an Indian brave!” “Obviously it turns you on then?” She laughed. At first I,d been very worried she,d tell Mom and Dad, but she added “I have sexual fantasies some times, too where I think I,m Cleopatra and Marc Antony is making love to me.” “Who.s he?” I asked. “He was the Egyptian Queen,s. Take me hard, o’Running Turkey! Make up for the years I have done without your making me your wife.” I let my Levis fall to my boot tops and mounted the old man as he desperately needed me to do. “I won’t make this a long story, Bob, but I fucked that old man as he seemed to get younger and younger with each stroke of my fuck tool in his ass. Even his voice became younger as he pleaded for deeper and harder thrusts into his love hole. Much of his talk was in what I think was an Indian language..