I started to moan, softly and the harder he thrust the louder I got. I was lost in the moment and lost in lust. I even started pushing back against hi... the feeling was overwhelming. Slightly coming to my senses I looked up at the TV to see if anything had changed and I noticed something was different. Then it hit me, the woman on the TV WAS different as was the man. The man on the TV was the same one that was inside me and the woman on the screen moved the same way I did. The woman's face was. How I got to this specialty and this set of medical skills is a long story, but for now, let’s just say that it probably had a lot to do with the fact that my mother was 25 years younger than my father. Or maybe it’s that my father died when I was 12. Or maybe it’s because, when I was 16 and had just discovered cocks, I overheard my mother tell a friend that my father had been impotent for the last 11 years of his life. So now I have a thing for older men and especially those with ED. I think. She had to know where she stood in his heart first. She whispered into Jim’s ear through the slow throbbing music and Grover Washington Jr.’s strong rope of melody he was blowing through his tenor saxophone. ‘Picture Jane. Tell me what you see. Tell me what attracts you.’ ‘She talks to me intelligently. Her voice is low.’ ‘No, Jim. Look at her.’ ‘I love the way she walks.’ ‘Yes. Is she walking towards you or away from you?’ ‘Either way. Even sideways.’ ‘When she walks towards you, what do you. .but I want to!" you stammer, and you grab my hand. I look at you, then look away again.You kiss my cheek sheepishly, and push me back onto your pillow. You then take my shirt from my hands and put it on the floor before kneeling between my legs. I prop myself up on my elbows and our lips meet. This time, however, there is an unmasked desperation in your kiss, and my tongue flicks your upper lip to beg entrance.Your mouth opens a little, and our tongues touch, making me moan quietly and kiss.