"So, do you want to pick the menu for Tuesday?" Tina asked when I'd turned back to her."Sure."The conversation moved on to food and what might or migh... not be in my capabilities. I talked about getting started on the cooking early so we wouldn't have to wait so long. That led to a discussion of schedules and homework loads. When the food came, we both enjoyed it and then all too soon I had to get Tina back to her dorm so she could change for work.Sharon called late that Saturday afternoon."So. Our tongues played as my other hand gently pushed hers to the lump in my jeans then I broke our kiss and said, “You are very desirable and I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone!” This is wrong Greg I am almost 70 you are 35 you are my own.......but I stopped her by kissing Her again. There was no resistance or hesitation from either we knew what we were doing we knew what we wanted and didn’t care about the ramifications. Getting out of bed I grabbed Her hand and helped Her up. She. As a small child, I'd been forced by my father to memorize all of the bones in the body. And all of the veins and organs, the parts of the heart, the areas of the brain. I'd learned well, and at the age of seven could perform flawlessly for him at the dinner table. I learned everything he made me learn, but I hated it. I hadn't yet felt the stir of my own hormones, so that while I could explain completely the process of sexual arousal, I had no practical idea what it was all about. To me it was. I loved him because he was big and strong and so much else besides, but especially that; my protector, my man."Sometimes I think about you with someone else," I told him, letting him see as deep into my blue eyes as he wanted to."Someone else?" He blinked at that, moving his hips slowly."Yeah." I was confessing, just because he wouldn't."You mean when we have sex, you think, what ... You're someone else?" He was smiling, trying to understand, or possibly teasing me."No!" I giggled, and we were.