Busy..." You are looking for a date??? How old do you think I am?" Ummmm...around 45 or so...I know you are a little older..." Sweetie, I am a lot old...r than you! Truth is I won't give you my age but I will tell you it's over 60."I was truly astonished at this latest revelation. It didn't seem possible. I don't think anyone would have believed that without her saying so. I was even more off guard than before. I would have done just about anything to get out of that room as my face rouged up. “Oh yes, he’s very proud, got loads of medals you know ... for all sorts of things ... in the war.”“Yeah! Saw them. Why is there only two with Pops?”Ella explained that many years ago, they’d been in the same war, but on opposite sides and during an organised international peacetime reunion, the two previous foes met and had like hobbies and interests. Old battles and prejudices were forgotten and they became friends ... distant friends. Quite why with this horrid, bad tempered, irascible. He bade me undress while remaining clothed in a short robe of blue silk as he prepared the oils, working deftly as I placed everything on a chair in the corner. My cock stirred as I got a close look at the print there, which showed a large, dripping cock being sucked avidly by a wet mouth and as I turned round, I found him gazing appreciatively at the firm cheeks of my ass. We smiled into each other's eyes and I willingly lay face down on the table as he spoke in gentle tones of how he loved to. "You okay baby?" Shannon asked as her boyfriend turned and made his way to his bedroom."Well, goodnight," I said standing up from my comfy seat.Shannon turned and looked at me with a confused expression."What do you mean "Goodnight"? She asked. "You and I are going to have another drink!" Aren't't you tired?" I asked, running my hands through my hair."The night is still young," she countered. "Unless you're not up to it." Oh, I'm up to it!" Good. Then get me a drink!"Shannon dropped onto the.