My name is Jack. I'm 65. The family next door has a 22-year-old daughter named Vicki. She's a wizard on the computer. I'm not.
I recently asked a nephew if he remembered the girl next door who used to play ball with a gang of kids in the vacant lot out back. He had asked if I meant the one who had nice tits that we used to watch bounce. When I told him that she now was in her twenties, he wanted to know if she had nice nipples. I didn't know.
One afternoon, I ran into Vicki at the mall, and told her what my nephew had asked. She wouldn't give me an answer. I mentioned that her dad had told me she no longer lived with the jackass she'd been with for about six months. Her dad said the guy just wanted someone to sleep with who'd pay the bills. She merely nodded.
She now was back with her family, living in a room they had added at one end of their lower-level rec room. It had a back entrance, as well as a lockable entrance into the rec room.
I told her about my computer problem, and asked her if she'd help me straighten it out. She said she'd come over after she got home and changed clothes.
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My wife owns a school-supply store that's open 9 to 5, Monday through Friday, and 9 to noon on Saturday. During the past couple of years her interest in sex had waned. I discussed this with our family doctor. He told me that there was nothing physically wrong with her.
He's a member of the board at the 60-doctor clinic we go to. He told me that at one of their meetings, which included a psychiatrist, a gynecologist, a pediatrician and several female specialists, that such women had been discussed. In their clinic newsletter, they reported that for unknown reasons the sex drive of some women simply diminished.
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Vicki came over about 2:30, and quickly solved my computer problem. She was wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt that clearly revealed her nice-sized nipples. She noticed me admiring her nipples. I watched them harden. And felt my hard-on harden.
"Would you like to suck them, Jack?"
Is the flag red, white and blue? Do birds crap on cars? I looked her in the eye. "I sure would. I'd love to."
She peeled off her T-shirt. "Unfasten my bra," she said.