"Oh they are!" She said cheerfully. "What colour should we get?" Kate asked me. I browsed for a moment longer and chose a bright hot pink. "What about... these?" I asked as I held them up. "I like these!" Kate held up a blue pair. "I like the pink." Sam said as she reached for the ones I held. "Does it count matching if their the same style but different colours?" Kate asked. "Well pink and blue do look good together." I answered. "Ok!" Kate replied cheerfully. The girls found the size they needed. So she had called Lisa in hopes that a massage might relieve some of her sexual tension. She had gotten Rob. And Rob's hands. Which would soon be rubbing all over her body with the same skill that he had set up his table. She tried to calm the butterflies of sexual desire starting to rise in her stomach, donned her towel and walked out into the living room. Rob turned his head to watch her come back in. He loved and hated clients like this. He loved them because as they were beautiful, and as. "This is Bitty Becky! She is, or rather was, my wife," the doctor said."She turns 81 this year. She always hated the nickname Becky. Shealways preferred 'Rebecca'. She doesn't care anymore though. She was anearly experiment of mine in age reversal. Unfortunately I stopped heraging a bit too soon. Was still trying to get the hang of it then. Alsothis first attempt had mental instabilities. She remembers almostnothing. My attempts at preventing aging also prevent her from formingnew memories. The. Dana led Mary Ellen to a comfortable chair at the end of the bed. "You can watch from here," she whispered.Mary Ellen pulled her robe closed around her and sat down, suddenly more nervous than she could ever remember being. A little moan escaped her lips as her buttocks pressed to the seat. What no one but her knew was that she had slipped the remote controlled vibrator up her ass before coming over. She placed her hand in her robe pocket and grasped the control tightly.In the mean time, Dana.