You were a good ole gal in your prime, but now...your finished, dried up, an full of late stage cobwebs...right?

To hear you tell it, you've got a dump truck full of good amourous memories with aqua velva, old spice, an the strong smell of musk cologne. You remember the wild transient nights when you would sneak away into a grove of cricket chirped , moonlit airy hidden hideaways..in that back seat, in love with the adventure an pleasure of close contact with a forgotten face. Memories which hold fast to a flowing vein of life blood, held dear to the youthfulness of wayward exoborence, an the openness of never telling anyone that this is something that only he an I will ever know about. Everything else about the history of my past will remain quietly reserved but nothing will ever replace the rustled close quartered grab an tug of what really went down on those hot summer nights when a room just wasn't cost effective. Its okay, because he was right there with you, kissing the air an reaching deep in his perspired wanting of hearing your heavy breathing against the low murmur of "yes, daddy", an "ummm baby". Conversation for the ages, held dear in the engrams of your mind, way past the quick late night shower, after running past your folks(sure they knew the deal,..atleast Mom did) because you an a thousand, thousand of other girls during your time were listening in to the same music, eating the same cheeseburgers, woofing down the same fries, an those weekend nights ended up the same for every chick on the block. That back seat motel was the bomb, an being there was almost like a rite of passage for a whole host of females who were tossing it up an making hay with a young guy with pimples. Yeah, you had your time an it sticks like glue to you, especially with this new cougar set, an the reliability of ganging up on the young boys, now that they are old enough, an horny enough to pull your rolodex out of the dusty closet, to bring back the memories of a wanton little girl, trying to figure out how to get her one last back seat hey day, ...only this time between the soft sheets of a modern day hotel room preferrably with some satin sheets....awww, you know what I mean...:-)...