awhile since I had sex. Not as long ago as you but it sure seems like it. Do you mind if I please myself?"

"Please yourself, Annie?"

"Yes, Henry. Masturbate. I didn't bring my vibrator. Didn't think I'd need it. My fingers will work just fine. I'll go in the bathroom if you think it best."

"No, no, Annie. I'd love to watch you…uh…please yourself. And I think I just might have a little surprise for you if you're a good girl. But let's see you use your fingers first."

"Don't tell me you think you might get a hard on, Henry. Is that it? That's okay if you do. We'll take care of it one way or another."

"No, no, not that, Annie. No chance of that happening. I'm not telling you yet what the surprise is."

I reclined in the middle of the bed and put the pillows behind my the bed. Henry sat beside me. "Henry, please put some music on. Do you any Quarashi? They are a hip-hop group from ."

"Sorry, my dear. All I have is Tony Bennett."

"How about Syleena Johnson? Her first album dwelt upon the pain of a soured love affair. I feel the pain, I feel the pain. The latest album is all about a woman's liberation. 'Tonight, I'm Going to Let Go' is my favorite. That's what I'm going to do. Let it all go. Syleena's voice is so husky and real. Like she has cried a lot. Like me lately.'

"Sorry, Annie, all I have is Anthony Dominick Benedetto."

"Who?"

"Tony Bennett. I knew him way back when."

As I listened to "I Left My Heart in San Francisco " I spread my legs and placed my thumb and forefinger around my clit and began to caress it between my fingers. Gently, gently, gently. I picked up the tempo very, very slowly. Then I put the first two fingers of my right hand over the top of my clit and rubbed in circles. As I got closer I used my left hand to pull my pussy lips back so that my clit was more exposed, which I tapped lightly with the index finger of my right hand. Tap, tap, tap. I listened to the beat of the music and developed a rhythm.

"Oh yes, oh yes," I moaned over and over as I got closer and closer. Henry whispered how much he loved to look at my body. Being watched as I got off made it all the more erotic. And then suddenly I exploded in a powerful orgasm and squeezed my quivering thighs together with my fingers inside me.

"Was that good for you, Annie?" Henry asked kindly. Like I'm sure he couldn't tell. "Damn," I whispered, "I feel a little better now. At least physically. But emotionally I'm still a wreck. I need to get off a couple more times. Maybe I'll forget how miserable I am then. You know, that song works for me."

"Yes, I'm sure it has worked for more than a few women over the years. It did win the Grammy for Record of the Year in 1962 and Tony Bennett also won a Grammy for Best Solo Vocal Performance, Male. The same year Marilyn Monroe died."

"Here I am masturbating to a song that was written long before I was born. I guess there are some oldies but goodies. Like you, Henry. Do you suppose Marilyn Monroe masturbated to that song?" I asked seriously.

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