“What do you want me to do with this?” I question her avidly - her response surprises me….“On no, I’m the one who’s going to use that, jus... come in here and see”.With more than a little curiosity I join her in the shower and she takes the dildo from me.“OK – now soap me all over” she whispers “whilst I soap you”.Picking up the soap I stand behind her and start to rub it all over her back, my hands running up and down her spine, occasionally sliding around the front to soap her breasts, my. Ah, the girls in school. I have to say we have more than our share of good looking honeys of all sizes and colors. Must be that good Midwestern living, clean air and fresh food. At times that can be a real distraction especially since I really have to concentrate in class just to keep my average grade point level. So I try to keep the faith and hope that sooner or later there will be a breakthrough on the girl/sex level.We live in a nice neighborhood, not lavish, but definitely in the low end. .. Couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a check-up, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember.Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks.'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?''Sure.''Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks.'No, I can remember it.''Well, I'd like. Her lips touch theside of my neck, then her voice is a muted whisper in myear. “Before…” she asks, “…did Carlo fuck you,before?” She nibbles lightly at my ear lobe.“Yes,” I say. Then I laugh softly. “There must have beensomething in my drink.” She giggles and slides her handdown from my breast, over the rise of my stomach,fingers curving into the hollow between my thighs.“Are you mad at me?”“Yes,” I say,.