After all she was only going to get older anduglier, this was probably going to be her only chance of finding a manunder 60 that would want her.Mr. Yo...ng was thrilled, as she walked in the door. Aunt Ethel was in fullmake up, hair in a bun, large dangling earrings, white short sleevedruffled shirt, showing just a hint of cleavage. She was in a red skirtthat was way to tight for a woman of her age. Dr. VanHickie ordered herto strip down to her underwear and parade around the room. Her. ”I understood she was the “Chudakkad” type, you know horny 24*7, In short my kind of woman.So i started her fucking her from behind and i started fingering her tight ass. She was slim and had a lean figure, so i could easily bend over her and get to her boobs. I pounded her away and she kept moaning enjoying my dick. She moaned,“Aur zor se chodo ye chut ki pyaas bujhado, chodo apni raand ki tarah.”Her words were working on me as i went in faster, the sound of my balls slapping against her hairy. “So, I have to buy my own gun? I don’t even own a weapon.”“Yeah, not everybody does. No, the list is for somebody who might have their own weapons at home. You can bring anything on the list, get trained and qualified, and then when you get on a police force, you can get one of their assigned weapons.” He tapped his holstered pistol. “This isn’t mine, but the property of the MPD. Same with the holster, cuffs, yadda yadda yadda. I have some of this stuff of my own, but not for during duty hours.. I keep on walking, and before long I see a light some way ahead. Eventually it turns out to be a clearing, bright with sunlight, but with the opposite side in heavy shadow - and there is a dark shape, about the size of a man, standing in this shade. My pulse quickens as I approach the thing. It's a sculpture. A huge, phallic sculpture, in smooth honey-coloured marble. There's a low plinth, supporting two testicles, the size of basketballs, and, rising up behind them, a beautiful, erect penis..