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 May spotted the headline in the paper.  'Sex doesn't end at sixty or even
eighty' it bellowed out at her.  She read the article with interest. 
Contrary to popular belief, it appeared that a woman's body was still able
to respond.  This excited her; She still remembered the experiences of her
youth - Her naivety and inexperience decreasing with each encounter.  Now
she was being told that it hadn't had to end.  Why had she never thought of
that?  - She had just believed what she had been told.

   She took off her cardigan and tentively felt the outline of her breasts
through her bra.  No, that wasn't any good.  She undid her bra and felt her
wrinkled nipples.  Ah, that got the response that she needed.  They started
to peak.  Her excitement rose noticing her body could still respond after
all these years.

   May took off her skirt, stockings and pants.  She lay down on the bed
stroking herself between her legs.  She waited for the key in the lock with
bated breath.

   She heard the door opening downstairs.  She called out for John and
waited in anticipation as he came up the stairs...