Back to the shop.A small-bore aircraft drill bored out a small hole along the axis of each dong and a brass hose fitting glued in. Thin hose connected...to a stroke pump, and then to a 5 gallon reservoir filled with mineral oil. An odd thought made her purchase a small air pump with tank and a piston pump in town when getting the oil. She fashioned a four-ounce "surge" oiler to the final tube, and arranged for the thing to automatically reset. She set the pressure to forty pounds in the air tank. Breathing heavily, I opened the door and headed into the darkened room. He appeared with a glass of champagne but it wasn’t that I was interested in. I felt I’d waited long enough and the ache between my legs was becoming almost unbearable. He took a couple of steps towards me and we kissed for the first time - better than I’d imagined. He pushed me against the door and slid his smooth hands up my skirt, stroking my inner thigh, feeling the bare skin just above the lace of my stockings. My. A hand would slowly slide down to her waistband. I imagined hearing the bottom being unhooked and hearing the sound a zipper being lowered. I would then hear a slight gasp, as the pressure of her shorts was eased. I could see her lightly running her hand over her red panties. Feeling lower and lower, until she centered on her sweet mound. I could almost feel the heat rising as I knew it does. Maybe a little damp spot appearing through the red. A gentle little touch. Then a firmer one.. This one makes us all look like we're old." It was true, the mirror reflect four very old men, stooped with age and wrinkles, almost bald, but still in the clothes that they had been wearing."Boomer raised a hand to wave, and one of the old men matched his movements. "Cool," he said. "I wonder how they do it." Ask the nerd," Zack said. He yanked Tim's collar. "Okay, kid, how do they work these mirrors?" I - I don't know. If it's a computer, it's a better system than anything I've ever heard.