control." Henry told me much more.



"Henry?"

"Yes, Annie?"

"I think I'm going to have an orgasm."

"Well, you go right ahead, my dear."

"But this one is going to be different."

"Oh. And how might that be?"

"I'm going to squirt." I explained a little about G-spot orgasms. "I just didn't want you to be alarmed. A guy once accused me of pissing in his face."

"Do you think I could taste your love juice, Annie. That's about all this old man can do."

"It would be my pleasure." I giggled girlishly. "Get closer, Henry, about six inches from my pussy and I'll give you a treat." Five minutes later I gushed all over his face. It clung to his beard. He seem fascinated by the feel and taste of it.

"Henry?"

"Yes, Annie?" he responded weakly, still fixated on the quivering between my legs while I proceeded to wind down.

"You remind me of my grandfather, sweet man. He used to pamper me so much when I was little. I was the apple of his eye let me tell you. But he died as we all must. Henry, my dear Henry, you haven't touched me once in the time we have spent together."

"If only I were about fifty years younger, my lovely one, as I have said before. Just being with you is like I envision heaven. An angel has come to earth to bring me home. The best Valentine’s Day gift anyone could ever hope to be blessed with."

"Take off your clothes, Henry, and get in bed with me. Press your body up against mine. I want to hold you." He did. His old wrinkled body met my young ripe one. I saw the bullet scars and not just on his knee. Henry let out a gasp like a dying man's last breath as he felt my breasts and wet pussy up against him. He sang "I Left My Heart in San Francisco " softly and a little off-key in my ear until we fell asleep in each other's arms. "Your golden sun will shine for me," he warbled almost incoherently.

The next morning we parted tearfully. I knew I would never see Henry again. I had one terrible day in San Francisco but also six glorious ones.

Three weeks later I received a letter from an attorney. Henry had passed away peacefully in his sleep. The lawyer said Henry had left most of his money as endowments to various charitable causes but that one private individual would receive a substantial inheritance. Me. The lawyer mentioned in the letter that Henry wanted me to know that soap and water had never touched his beard since the day I left San Francisco , whatever that meant.

I eventually did forgive Mark. I had to. I still loved him even though he didn’t love me. At least not in the way I wanted. Mark told me he had been mostly homosexual all his life but he had occasionally engaged in affairs with women. Despite his preference for male lovers, he had hoped to marry soon and have children. I had no intentions of playing second fiddle to Felix's cock or anybody else's. I told Mark we would never again be lovers but I would be his friend and we correspond online and talk on the phone frequently. But no more phone sex. He returned the heart pendant to me and I agreed to accept it as a