They move to the woman's rest room for another session of fucking. On a toilet. On a sink. In the stall doorway. On the floor. Out the door to the par...king lot. On a car hood. On a truck bed. On the asphalt. Back on a car. Up agaist a light pole. A crowd has gathered all around them. Aplause and hooting and coaxing. Clapping and cheering. Whistling and stomping. Cars honk from the street. Busy street as headlights slowly pass the scene of what as become an orgy as other men and woman fuck all. It was about that time that I noticed a change in the letters from Dad. They became taciturn and, very significantly no longer mentioned Cecilia. Ralph would have been pleased, if he had noticed. So it was I who then decided that we really needed to go down to Florida to visit Dad. By pointing out that Disney World was in Orlando, only a couple of hours from where his grandfather lived, I enlisted Kevin in my campaign. Ralph agreed without enthusiasm.Dad's condo was a small two bedroom. Baumer, knowing from experience that patients are apprehensive about such a proceedure, started to explain it in a reassuring manner. She told me it would only take 10 or 15 seconds and instructed me to get on my side and curl up in a fetal position. I was facing the wall with my naked bum facing her. Not being able to see her, I felt very exposed, but I tried to calm my mind and relax. She put a glove on, lubed it up, and said "OK, this is going to feel a little bit like you have to go to. I had a little experience, but not much, and I was quite nervous. I was also quite horny. I got out of my car, took another deep breathe, and headed toward the door. It was a nice little cottage nestled in a quaintly wooded yard. A perfect little country house in all its glory. I knocked on the door while my heart raced. “I am really about to do this?” is all that registered in my head. Gary came to the door shirtless and in gym shorts. Gary was the definition of a silver fox. Roughly sixty.