“Does that mean he hasn’t been in?” she asks sounding a little more hopeful than she looks.“Oh, he’s been in,” Bear informs her. “He jus... hasn’t asked about you.” He flashes her a smile and continues. “Cheer up. I’m sure he was thinking of you.”“Doubt it,” she mumbles.“Hell, I thought about you the whole time,” the man admits. “But hey, he’s just one guy, right?”“Kind of,” she mumbles again.“Come on, kiddo,” he says stepping out from behind the counter to embrace her in a hug. “It’s not like he. I didn’t bring a suit.” “Neither did I,” I replied brightly. “Nobody wears suits way out here!” He looked rather doubtful, but I just proceeded to peel off my halter top without turning away. “Wait!” he finally sputtered, then added, “Stop,” when I started undoing my cut-offs. “Oh, don’t be a fuddy-duddy,” I laughed, pretending he was kidding as I kicked off my sandals and wiggled out of my shorts. “Jenny — get dressed this minute,” he demanded, starting to sound really put out. “Oh come. But as I remembered what had happened and began to daydream about it happening again, I began to fantasize that maybe it would be me being the one riding one of the others. As I lie in my bed thinking about it, I again found my little penis get stiff. Even though it was erect, it still wasn’t anything like I had seen in my dad’s porn magazines with other men’s penis’s were long and big. Mine was short, maybe four inches long, and about the width of a cheap hot dog from the local gas station. It. One of them reached for the nightgown and pulled it off Suzie. My petite wife was now standing completely naked. The hands returned to her, but now they were not lightly rubbing, they began an eager exploration of her body. An old woman stood at each side and one stood in front of Suzie. I watched their old hands caress her body, and the one in front said something to the others. I heard a cackle and then they slowly turned Suzie around. As if they knew, I was there and wanted me to see. Old.