”I was startled to hear the word ‘orgasmic’. Maybe it was a Freudian slip. She probably had sex a year ago and at 44, she was probably still in ...peak shape.She was noiseless by the time I went to her sides and felt the sides of her soft boob-skin. She instinctively brought her arms close to her body but the moment I moved away, she relaxed again.I didn’t want to get carried away and push my luck. So I returned my attention to the lower back. Soft moans again, so soothing. My hand ventured. “Like a special fruity drink. But I only have a little tongue. I think I can go deeper with this.”She picked up the carved dildo and rubbed it against my pubic mound, teasing me.“Fuck me with it, Grace, put it in my cunt,” I gasped.“Oh Annie, you are so filthy,” giggled Grace. “What would my friends at chapel say if they could hear you?”“What would they say if they could see you?” I countered. “Having sex with an English girl you only just met?”“They’d say you were the devil in human form,. It was before she had any guide dog to look out for her welfare and when the front entrance didn’t have the buzzer lock system they installed after her unfortunate incident.The incident was fresh in her memory even fourteen months after she had been take advantage of by the transient man with a dick in need of some immediate relaxation after a long period of incarceration in the county work farm.Patricia was wearing her bathrobe and had unfortunately neglected to wear any undies and was. Edith had never before given me any reason not to trust her, but there was just something about that friendship of hers that didn't seem right to me.It took a while, but the friendship between her and the man started to affect our home life. One or two nights a week she would come home late from work and she never hid the fact that she had been with him, but she always insisted that she was not attracted to him physically or romantically, that it was just a platonic relationship. But I'm pretty.