In my dream I thought, no one’s touched me there in twenty years, I used to like attention there, it felt good, I didn’t want you to stop but you did. I’ll never tell her how hard it was for a sixty-five year old man to cum six times in three hours and, of course, I’ll never tell her I drugged her drink; let it remain a dream. Indian sex “I’ll raise a dime, Patty said. The business we were in changed, for a period of two or three years I hadn’t seen her then about two years ago Patty called me and asked I’d meet her for a drink, she had Antonia with her when we met. You probed me with your tongue, it tickled but it felt nice, I didn’t want you to quit that either but you licked me up to my clitoris. When you got to my vagina you sucked taking in my juices, I heard you say, the Holy Grail, I’m sipping from Antonia’s Holy Grail. Patty and I were divorced; Antonia was married but it had deteriorated to a marriage of convenience, her two daughters were married and out on their own, she and Ron, her husband hadn’t shared a bedroom or a bed in fifteen years and I for one couldn’t understand why.
