As she sat down, she commanded the BlueBird social media app up to run through her notifications. A bunch of people had given “+1” to the pictures...from the birthday party for her roommate she attended last night. Most of the comments said it was nice to see things through her eyes, which was par for the course. She checked her private messages - only one from her Dad. He wasn’t really up on a lot of the modern social media, since most of that had shifted to AR and he always said he was too old. Let's go upstairs, sweetie, and scratch that itch."I guess I was practically dragging her upstairs. We got in our bedroom and I attacked her. I couldn't help it. Her clothes were flying. My clothes were flying. I picked her up and kissed her as I carried her to the bed. Dee Dee is older now, and she requires a little working up to become properly lubricated. But I was ecstatic to note that her juices were already flowing. I've still got it? She's still got it! The woman is fifty-five years old. John and I continued talking. Twenty minutes later Sherrie entered. She asked if Ben was still sleeping. I had told her that he had to leave, but that I would be staying another night. Her face lit up. She leaned in and kissed me while grabbing my tit. She grabbed a cup of coffee and joined the conversation. Sherrie was talking to John about getting food at the store. I had interrupted to let them know that I wanted to pick up a few things as well. John checked the store hours on his phone.. “You are the one who is responsible for my nurse here getting herself pierced last week, and also it seems getting tattooed this morning. Oh well, I suppose the antibiotics I have prescribed for her piercings will heal her tattoo as well.”“I’d better introduce myself. I am Mr Faisal and I am a cosmetic surgeon. I run the private clinic round the corner, and Betty here is one of my nurses. You have an appointment with me as soon as Betty is finished here. You are booked in for nipple and labia.