But the best way to learn is by doing, right?” Shrugging, Eric motioned ahead, and the group of them stepped back onto the curving sidewalk of the H...isil’s Devil’s Corner.“Or b-by asking someone who knows more,” Natasha said. “Avery knows more.”Eric rolled his eyes and slipped his hands into his blue jeans pockets. A t-shirt and jeans for him and Art and Matthew; the fashion was timeless and immortal. At least Sándor wore a dark button shirt, and dark jeans. Only Natasha wore an ensemble that. I don't care if you're in your late fifties or late sixties, you might have this problem also. No, it's not erectile dysfunction but quite the opposite. I want to have sex. My wife tells me it's in my mind but I know better. It might start in my mind but ends up as a hard-on in my pants. I would like to do something about it other than masturbate.My wife isn't like the older women I seem to read about in the stories. The ones who just can't get enough. Has a bunch of young studs take care of. Jules said he was nasty and Daria could stay with us.My mind adjusted; no more casual nudity, sex only in the bedroom, I could live with that.Then Jules turned her head to me; “Is that ok, dear?” she asked. Daria was looking at me too, her big almond eyes pleading.I was suddenly freaked; Me? They were asking for my permission? I was just a kid, it wasn’t my house.“Yes, of course it is.” I said, and they both relaxed and went back to their gossiping.Jules told Daria about us, and she told us. As if he understood what was needed he reached around me to stroke my clit. It put me over the edge. My pussy tightened on his cock as it flooded with my juices. Cal grunted and stiffened behind me as he came too. I could feel his heat shooting into me. My body shook and quivered as my muscles threatened to give way. I cried out into the night. When we both settle back down some he pulled out of me. I could feel our juices dripping out of me down my legs. I stood up quickly, too quickly,.