“Thanks sis” I said removing my hands from my lap to give her a better look and her eyes widened, “Wow bro” she said noticing the bulge, “Th...t happened to grandpa” she said giggling looking down. “Really?” I enquired and she was excited, “Yes but he told me it was ok and that it always happened to guys” she continued and from my own personal experience grandpa was totally correct.“Oh yes sis, he is totally right” I said in confirmation, “Would you like a closer look sis?” I asked her and she. Gawd, I wish they would standardize rental car controls. Finding it I turned it off, rolled down the window, and let the warm, pine-scented air lift my spirits. As it worked its magic my foot eased off the gas pedal, I could feel myself relaxing, slowing down. ‘What is the saying about if you don’t know where you are going then any road will take you there?’ I mused to myself, laughing at my own joke. I watched the beautiful, high desert country drift by, the car’s speed slowed with every mile. Next, Blossom put a little of the antibiotic cream on the closed wound just as Ben had told her to do. She then finished up her work by taping a piece of sterile gauze over the wound. Ben had to show Blossom how to use the tape as it was a relatively new tool in the here and now and it wasn’t something that the old woman was familiar with. When she was done, Blossom handed the kit back to Ben.“That is a good bag,” Blossom indicated as she placed it in Ben’s hands. “Very useful. Now do you have. This one time I was there and an old man asked me if I wanted a blow job, I declined because I was afraid to do anything in a semi public place. Well go forward 25 years and the only cock I've had is jerking myself off and that nerve seems to be enough. I've had the urge to head to the nearest book store and try my luck, I've talked myself out of doing this many times but now the urge is so strong.I put on my prettiest panties and drove into the city to try my luck. I paid my fee and entered.