When I entered, it was dim, but lighted with about 15 flickering candles. The room smelled amazing and I could tell my mom put some effort into making... that night special for me. When she came into the room, who else was with her but old man Harold, with his thin wispy white hair, flabby belly, and goofy clothes. In my mind, I was expecting this chiseled Adonis to walk through the door, so you could imagine my disappointment.Harold then spoke to me, “Oh Britt, you have blossomed into a gorgeous. “Hey, I wanted to check the outlets in here and I didn’t want to bother you again.” “You’re so thoughtful, but I wouldn’t have minded.” Deedee kept a vacuous smile on her face while exercising her Kegels. Dave took out his meter and faced his wife. He stared for a second. Deedee smiled blankly back. Dave squinted. Deedee squinted back. Dave scowled. Deedee scowled back. Dave took a step forward. “Are you, were you, masturbating?” “Something like that.” Dave threw up his arms. “Babe, I don’t. One who would not only rock my world, but would be my be my friend and fuck buddy. I thought long and hard and decided I wasn't going online to find one. Guess you could call me old-fashioned.I put on my swim trunks, grabbed a beer, and went outside to sit in the lounge chair by the pool. I took a sip of my drink, laid back and began reminiscing about my deceased wife. Oh God, we had a good life and our sex life was extraordinary. My cock began to swell as I remembered the time we spent at the. “Think about it -- try to visualize it.”Mattie slid two more pennies toward her. “This.”“Right! Thirteen is ten and three. What if you add eight to thirteen?”Mattie bit her lip and, one at a time, slid eight pennies toward her. “There.”“How many pennies?”She counted. “Eleven.”“If we have more than ten pennies, what do we do?” Mattie counted ten pennies from her pile, slid them back and retrieved a second dime. She looked up at him. “Very good. How many dimes?”“Two.”“And how many.