Good morning to you too. I kissed him back. What time is it? Charlie asked searching the bedside table for his glasses. About 6 am. I said reaching fo... my robe. What time is your first class? 9:30, General Physics. Do you think you have time for breakfast? Not this morning. I should go home get a shower and change before class. I think my colleagues may ask questions if I show up in the same clothes two days in a row. Charlie said as he began to collect his clothes. You know my shower is big. Fissurelli hemmed and hawed, then told her, "Katy, I don't think there is anything inherently wrong with your back. Just take it easy for a couple days and you'll be as good as new." But Marion, may I call you Marion, Doctor?" Yes, yes, of course, Katy." I ... I really hurt my back, and going back to work will probably cause me to worsen the situation." Before he could reply, Katy ran her hand over his burgeoning member and cooed, "Why I'd do almost anything if you could say that I had some. "**As I walked across the street to Betty's my mind tried to process what my wife had told me. Betty had not had sex for a long, long time, maybe fifteen years, due to Phil's illness before he passed away. Phil had been her one, and only, lover. Betty didn't know if she had ever had a real orgasm. Betty's experience with sex was very limited, she had warned. I was expected to stay overnight.I had joked, "Don't worry, I won't fuck her up the ass on the first date." This resulted in me receiving. “Do I have some kind of surprise coming?” I asked as I re-entered the living room. “I’m going to treat you to dinner,” Sarah indicated with an impish grin on her face. I admit to being disappointed. Being treated to a dinner was fine. In my male, erotic mind, however, I had hoped that Sarah had come up with an idea on how we might spend this Friday night, and maybe even Saturday, fooling around in her bed. On the way to the restaurant Sarah thanked me for the night before. Thanking me was.