I know what your going to say, sex is just not about dick size, it has romance and desire involved in it, and a million other things. I can say your r...ght on several levels, but when it comes down to the basics, if what you have is not hitting the right spots, things are just not going to happen.So I started off on a mission, like I stated above to get my wife into sex again, I bought penis sleeves to make my dick bigger, just did not work right, I bought a 8inx6.5in dildo to get her going, now. "Thank you. I love those heels. You look very sexy." I said. She smiled. Then blushed. She walked over to grab the mop. She started to mop the floor near Tiffany. I quickly moved my hand to touch the front of my cargo shorts. "Mr. Kelly! I saw that. No..No....No." said Tiffany. I smiled.A few minutes passed. "I thought this was topless? Could I see a little?" I said. "It's Ok...Kaycee. It's part of the service. The first time is the hardest. This is how I started in the business." said Tiffany.. "Mandy!" he hissed, not wanting to alert Flora. Nothing. He tapped the door, very softly. Nothing. He opened the door as quietly as he could. When he had the door almost all the way open, he saw Mandy, lying asleep on the bed amid still more ordinary cotton bedclothes - odd! A tray with a pitcher of water and a glass on it sat on the bedside table. When a soft voice said, "Shh! Don't wake her!" behind him, he nearly jumped out of his skin! He whirled to see Flora standing, her. My parents sent me to Raquette Lake Camp, which was actually 2 camps, one for the girls, one for the boys. The counselors exercised due diligence to keep us separated other than at chaperoned joint events. But love or hormones always found a way at Raquette and my training extended well beyond horses, tennis, sculling, etc., by way of late night excursions around the lake. Getting together was much easier when rendezvous could be worked out with our handy smart phones. The girls who attended.