Recommend Blogs: TUG JOBS thought it ridiculous for a woman of my age to daydream, and even nightdream, about young men, especially my own grandsons, doing loving and sensuous things with me, never the less, I did so dream.
Comforting myself with the words of the old song, "You can't get in jail for what you're thinking," I let my flight of fancy ramble on. It is nice to contemplate the possibilities, even when they are impossible. I think I was rather like the gambler who is always waiting for "The Big Win." It might happen, but the chances are remote. Anyway, it was not costing me anything except a little clitoral excitation
