I remember the shower you gave me last night and not the one with water. I was fucked at this point figuring here come jail. She said she dreamt about...me being the one fucking her in the locker room and somehow that made it ok to her. At this point she had crawled onto the table her bed shirt pulled up to her waist and her pussy staring me in the face. It was a little red and puffy but no permanent damage could be seen. She asked me to see if I liked the way it is now. Daringly I stuck a finger. Today was Valentine's Day and he was going to bring his wife, Evelyn, red roses.A few minutes later, the old man stood proudly and offered the flowers to his wife. As he stood there in front of her, he visualized her the way she looked that Valentine's Day church dance where they met over sixty years ago. His mind's eye saw the beauty that had made him tongue tied to the point he almost didn't ask her for a dance.They danced most of the evening together and made arrangements for him to visit. I decided that I should take the knickers off the hangers and hold themagainst my hips to see if they stretched enough. I looked around tomake sure that no one was looking but it was a furtive glance andobviously I didn't look all round. The knickers were at the bottom ofthe flight of stairs. I held one pair against my hips, they seemedokay. I was taking a second pair off the hanger when a woman started upthe stairs to go up a floor. She looked at me and smiled as she did. Iguess she must have. Sometimes he is able to get one of them to spend the night in his room. He absolutely lives for nighttime sleepovers with “His Girls”.“His Girls” do not share the same opinion of him.They do their jobs. They move trays out to the serving area. They swap empty trays with full ones. They clean the kitchen. They wash dishes. They mingle with guests at meal times providing beverage refills just like a waitress at a regular restaurant. Except they also provide guests with a bit of sexy teasing at.