Faithful servant; you finally died.No tunes to jam by or any music for the ride.Sixty gigs of memory, you had a lot of stuff.You traveled the world w...th me to places generally rough.You kept me company in ole' Douchebagistan,as I charged you with solar cells and cooled you down with fans.Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice.Or when we partied in Dubai with women, drinks and ice.We. I am aware that my nipples have grown painfully hard and are threatening to burn through the material of my shirt, I feel the tightness in my tummy that is so personally familiar with my own sexual arousal and as your thumb caresses ever higher on the bare white skin of my inner thigh I also become aware that there is now a different feeling of dampness in the cotton crotch of my underwear, no longer cool from the rain and outside air but now dampened with my own warm moisture. No girlfriends?. Decided to have a wonder about going to Holker Hall,nice house,but the best thing was Charlotte got wolf whistled at by two youngsters.She was really thrilled with that,I told her i needed to take her back to hotel to fuck her,her answer was everything comes to those who wait.Got back to hotel in quick sticks time,got into hotel room,I had taken two Viagra tablets on the way back,being 68 did not want to dissapoint this beautiful sexy younger woman,Charlotte got changed into a black teddy type. They had each just masturbated in front of each other and now his daughter was examining his privates so casually and he was allowing it and even encouraging it by casually responding to each of her questions.“This hole where the sperm shot out, is that where you pee from too?” she ask still holding his cock, turning her face towards his.“Yes, exactly.” He confirms.“Dad, you think I could watch you pee sometime? I mean, I know it may sound gross and all, but it, well, I don’t know, I just feel.