All three men dressed, said quick goodbyes and left. Dennis and Jeremy had to leave too and I was left in an empty motel room, alone, but with the sce...t and taste of cum all around me. I lay down on the bed, pulled the covers over me and fell asleep. It was dark when I was awakened by the pre-arranged ‘rap-rap’ knock on the door. I threw on a robe and answered the door. It was the man from this afternoon. “I said I might stop back,” he said. “Is it okay if my friend comes in too?” “Sure,” I. "Of course not", he replied. "You couldn't. Could you my dear?" With that comment he suddenly seemed incredibly pleased with himself and let out a long laugh.Overcoming my initial shock at being unable to control myself and fearing what the man before me had in mind I, once again, began struggling to move. I closed my eyes and tried with all my strength to move even one finger but to no avail. After trying for several minutes to move any part of my anatomy with no success, I opened my eyes and. Annie regained her composure and said.“Mom, if he truly loves you, then I doubt you would ever be in a nursing home. I can see Pete taking care of you, no matter what. But if it is the sex part, then buy a case of lube, and screw each others brains out there. Just make sure some other old biddies don’t take aim at him.” then chuckled.“Oh Annie? What am I going to do now? I know I have hurt him badly. You know, he asked me just before we got on the bed, if I truly wanted this. If it was going to. No postage.I took it inside and cut through the string. The paper came away like Christmas wrappings, shed around a polished mahogany box. The hinges creaked as I opened it, caked with rust. Photographs and letters spilled out from its depths. The first to catch my eye was a postcard. From Alexis. I would have recognized her handwriting anywhere. The old sensation rose in my throat, the same that comes whenever I think of her. I read it and never have before, though it was addressed to me. She.