Yes part of the fun is the connection to the past and bringing it into the present.
Just getting the stuff out and setting it up is fun and nostalgic.
When me & the neighbor girl started high school, I was scared to death and asked her to stay with me and tolerate my hanging on. Two weeks later I had found guys I could relate to and forgot to thank her or anything. The second week end she told mom how inconsiderate I was. (Dopey really!) Mom told me go over there and apologize. I put it off, however mom had not forgotten. So Tuesday evening I walked myself over there and apologized, as soon as she opened the door. She reminded me what buds we had been and that she was hurt, really. Ok, I volunteered to eat lunch with her and her friends every Tuesday then. Everyone knew I had a Tuesday appointment marked out of every week after that. Sometimes we had others, but when we were to ourselves she liked to bring up old times, and so did I, but I knew she was fragile and was always cautious. She caught me between classes one day and asked for an extra day with just us at a certain spot on the grass. She told me her family was working overtime and needed some help after school, if I could just come over as soon as possible after school. Well, I sat with her on the bus, and she rested her hand on mine. We went straight to her house. She sat me down and excused herself. I knew she likely needed to pee, OK. When she came back out to me she was carrying their red water bottle by its hanger and looked me in the eyes, saying nothing, but giving a slight turn back toward the way she came from. She paused and looked to see if I would follow. I got up and stepped forward catching up to her. She stopped quickly and leaned back a little to better close the space between us. I leaned forward kissing her neck, as to say, "May I?" She slid the bag backward toward my hand, and gave me the positive, whispering, "But no fooling around, OK." We were both fearful of what really happens when people put their bodies together. "No, for sure" I answered, "But I owe you some serious comforting for all you have patiently done for me." Still standing and leaning into each other, she lay her head back sideways onto my cheek saying, "MMmm, Hmmm." She took me to where the rest of it was laying about and said, "Like we used to do." I got it ready with some warm water and tested its temperature on my arm in front of her. She watched me hang it up and plop the nozzle into the open top. When I turned around she was still just sitting there and began to glare into my eyes. I approached her and took the lapels of her blouse in between my finger tips and lifted, to which she gracefully rose and again steeped into me. We kissed long and deep and she started un-buttoning me. I let her remove my shirts and warned her not to expose my dangerous bulge. I tugged at her buttons and she looked into my eyes again, invitingly. Carefully and ceremoniously I uncovered and cared for her delicate clothing, leaving her with only panties on. I lay two thick towels on the nearby bed in her room, and led her to it, admiring her titties. She would breathe special for me and look to see my expression. I told her, "All things considered, I felt safer, if she would put the nozzle in for herself, and while talking, I lifted her hand up to coax her up onto her little bed. I retrieved the setup from the bathroom and fitted it onto the mosquito netting frame, letting the heavy tubing drape onto her leg. She took the nozzle from me and dressed it glowingly, leaving the fine scent of A&D ointment. I took it from her and tilted the jar toward her, asking her to put some on herself under her panties, please. Instead, she daintily slipped out of them, rolling to her side concealing what I wanted to gaze at. "You do it" she said quiveringly. With the nozzle in my left hand then, I dipped into the jar for her and applied it where it needed to be. She sent her little butt winding after my greasy finger saying, MMmmm UUhhh, inside it too, please, OK?" "And but no fooling around!" "Yes" I cooed, and gently worked it in. She took hold firmly and I stopped till she could relax a little. In a little deeper and she knotted up, shaking all over. I stood still, not having any idea if she was OK or if I had hurt something inside her. When I heard her deep breathing, I quizzed her. "Never mind," she said "It's just not like when we were kids, I'm OK, but gently and slowly ease your finger out of me, please, but don't stop. Soon I offered the nozzle to her, and she took and worked it in, looking into my eyes the whole time. When her arm relaxed, I knew it was set. Then getting into her eyes again, I let her hear the click as I turned the "I love You" flow spraying her inner parts. She closed her eyes and went almost limp. I stopped it and she looked to me again. Again I let her hear it click. This time she continued to watch me standing and checked my bulge. When she did, I stopped it again and asked her not to tempt me, or I would have to leave and let her finish by herself. "Hold my hand, OK?" she purred. I gave her my hand, and she let me know she was not letting me go. But this time, I eased off the clicker and she only knew it had started again when the spray tickled inside her. She squeezed my hand firmer, pulling me onto her bed. I almost lost my balance, but quickly turned landing my bottom on the edge, almost jerking the tubing from off of the sloshing bag of juice for her tummy. "Rub my tummy", she said, "while I do something else, just look into my eyes, and it will be OK." I started with her tummy, but soon found her sweet titties, I could not help myself. She eased her hand down between her thighs to check the nozzle, but seemed to be playing with it, I thought. While I caressed her titties, I leaned in and kissed her deeply, stopping the flow as our lips met. We kissed deeply and she continued to busy herself with what, I had no idea. In a moment she could kiss no longer and her breath became labored. When she moaned softly and shook again, I suddenly understood. I knew we had a very private experience. When she relaxed again, I asked her if she had had enough. She agreed and positioned herself for me to pull it out. But just then, I let her hear it click again, "Ohh," and she called me by name. I stopped it and gently removed it, lifting her by the hand to rise out of bed for the emptying. She took the bag and hose with her.