It was the summer the year after I graduated from high school. I was 19. I hadn't been to Mrs. Sweeney's house all year because I got my first job tru...cking across the country. I still lived in the same area but was barely there. I was home for a one week break and decided to swing by Mrs. Sweeney's house. I walked up the driveway behind the row homes to see if the back door was open. It was so I walked in. As I walked up the basement steps I noticed how quite it was. I walked into the dining. Her tits must’ve been kind of soft because they laid off a bit on each side but I reached down to suck on her nipples and she made a little noise that let me know she liked it.I felt I had to say something since this was a person I was doing it too, not a blowup doll or something. “Does this feel good?” Was the only lame thing my preoccupied mind could come up. I added, also stupidly, “Can I come in you?”I saw a hint of a smile as she replied, “You might as well. Everybody else does.” I close. With the intensity at one-hundred percent, I wasn’t having any problems.Whatever happened to me that made the place in my head blue now is un-flipping believable. It is converting energy that It pulls in to match what I need for my eyes.Anna quickly dropped the lights back down to five percent right as the assistant was coming back into the room.Over the next ten minutes, the assistant tested me to see if the drops worked at all, and then I kept blocking the extra light out until Anna touched. " I thought to myself that this was good. She didn't leave after all. Apparently, she didn't know I had picked up the other phone either. I was about to hang up, when I recognized the voice on the other end. It was Jill's luscious friend, Donna.Donna was her friend from college. She was about 5'8" tall and about 120 pounds of dynamite. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. I had fantasized about her body every time she came over to jog, with my wife Jill.Jill, is no slouch either. Both girls.