She’d completed her half of the deal, now it was up to me. The two youngsters grinned widely, being young, they were as thick as two short planks an... wouldn’t rise far in careers, well, the careers they were employed so far, they had miles of experience, well Cecily had. With the right guidance and training, I reckon she would make thousands ... hang on Jim, that doesn’t include Louise, my darling Louise. “Make them wobble,” urged a now bold Lou, startling me with her interjection. Cecily. “How come whenever I want sex, you want food?” I laughed. “Could it be because you want sex non-stop all of a sudden, while I still recognize that we need some sustenance besides each other’s hot bods? Man does not live by sex alone.” She giggled. “I’m pretty sure that sex alone is called masturbation.” “Not what I meant, and you know it.” She ignored me. “You know darn well that if you had the ability to have sex non-stop, you’d be just as bad as me today! I know what a horndog you are, don’t. She started some small talk, asking how long have I known Carol, and saying that she'd noticed me at the supermarket, that sort of thing. Then the tone of the conversation changed when she asked me which of Carol's "toys' did I like best. I was taken aback slightly, so I blurted out,"I rather like the strap-on actually,"Patti replied," Oh yes I love that too, but my favourite is her double ended dildo.' Just then Carol reappeared with a tray of drinks and caught the tale end of the. I raised up on my elbows and kissed him. I thanked him for understanding and being, well, being HIM. I couldn't have manufactured a better match for me. Brandon provided me with everything that I had ever fantasized about a relationship. The sex was great, but that was secondary. He was a caring, loving, and loyal lover. I was finally with someone that cared about ME. We both looked at the clock and jumped out of bed. We gathered our towels and everything needed for our shower and headed for.