On St. Martin, most of the girls were very friendly and I ended up with Liz, Justine, and Louise. Rebecca was just oral both ways. Mary wasn’t ready... despite wanting to, if you know what I mean. And Maria was, well, anti-social with the group once we put the ‘no booze’ rule into place.”“No booze?”“I was in a house full of basically innocent eighteen-year-olds. The last thing I needed was any consent issues.”“Innocent?” Kara asked with an arched eyebrow.“Only Samantha, Ellie, and Justine had any. I wore it occasionally, but more often, I picked something less revealing.When I got to the gym, several of the ladies were there earlier than normal, just hanging around. I started my warm-up and stretches, aware that they were watching me intently. I studiously ignored them, zoning out while I thought about Melody and I moving against each other, naked and intent on each other and like magic, the ladies were treated to another show even more revealing than the last.I took my mat to the front. And her pussy…ah…when I buried my face in it, it was like I had come home. Yes, my dear one has returned my old self…the one who always looks forward to the next twenty years. My plan is that when I turn 100 and she’s 89, we will still be enjoying each other’s bodies as much as we do now and looking forward to another 20 years.Another thing I began doing was write erotic literature. These stories had been dancing around in my mind for as long as I could remember. Of course as you will see,. Of course."Wendy immediately moved forward to pull him to his feet."No, Wendy dear," he smiled at her. "I've got to learn to do things on my own."He grasped the arms of the chair and pushed himself up."There!" he said triumphantly. Wendy handed him his crutches."Right, Wendy dear. Let's bring your shopping in while he's busy."They did that, stacking it on the kitchen table. Tim, in the meanwhile poured gins and tonic including one for Wendy, even if it was not Christmas Day and she rarely.