Us old farts have to call them for help.Shit, look at my cell phone. Wanna make a phone call? Ok, fine. Push the button on the side. Slide yer finger ...across the front of it. Push the little phone button then tap the button of the man's head. Run your finger up the phone and watch alla the names go by until you find the one ya want. Tap the screen a coupla more times and the phone rings. Well that's the way ya do it unless you're in the car. If you're in the car just say, "Call Joe" and the. Within seconds, I too was moaning as my pussy throbbed hard. I’d little control of my urges, my back arching and body writhing out of control as I started to orgasm.Before my body had chance to recover, my mind went back to earlier in the day and seeing my brother nude and stroking his cock. My urge was to feel my pussy penetrated, without hesitation plunging two fingers between my lips. I groaned involuntarily as fingers thrust desperately into my pussy. Finding a rhythm, I was soon pumping my. She oozed out a sexy little smile and looked right in my eyes, then played like the doll said, "You like that, don't you?"Right out of the blue she said, "Look what I can do." She stood up and pulled her little panties off right in front of me. Right in front of my eyes was the sweetest little-girl pussy I had ever seen. She did the smile again and said, "It makes yours get big", then pointed to the bulge in my pants. I knew there was a tent there, it was raging! She grabbed her doll and knelt. He was 54 years old and seemed to be in pretty good shape. I checked his blood pressure and pulse, both of which were a little high, but that’s to be expected given the subject we would soon be talking about. The moment of truth arrived when I asked, ‘So, what are we seeing you for today?’‘Well, uhhh, erectile dysfunction.’Of course I already knew this because the scheduler asked the purpose for the visit when Mr. P made the appointment. I would not be there if that wasn’t the reason, but I.