"Thank you, Pa.," I said very formally, trying to be adult about the whole thing."You're welcome, Son," he said just as formally. His smile bespoke al... the love he had put into buying me my first gun.I was still so excited inside I felt like I was going to burst. "I'll take real good care of it, Pa, real good care." I know you will, Son," as he squeezed my shoulder. "Let's go hunting."Now I realize how times have changed and there are all sorts of controversies raging about guns and gun. So with my fiftieth birthday only two days away. I gave in and we made plans to have a nice dinner together at her home.After a few dances together we found our way to her bed, making love."Oh John..." Moving her hips, " Your cock is so beautiful."Little did poor Rose know, my great hard cock was starting to go soft. This had become a normal thing for it to do as of late. I don't know it was an age thing or just something in my head because I was turning, fifty years old.Rose sure could fuck,. She would do that when someone was around and we couldn't fuck or make noise while enjoying masturbating one another without being seen or heard, such as when we were in the back seat of the station wagon as I mentioned earlier or when sharing a hut on the shore of the Caspian Sea with George and his wife. At those times she would throw part of her burqa over both of us and she would jerk me off quietly. When I shot my load she would try to catch my cum in her hand and then share tasting it. Then I remembered mom said toput lotion on them, but I didn't have any, so I had to ask mom if I coulduse hers. When I put my shorts on, I felt like they were too long, goingalmost to my knees. I wanted to roll them up, but I thought that mightseem like too much for mom and dad, so I just shrugged and went down todinner.Mom and dad were already eating when I walked into the kitchen, but momhad my plate served up at the table. I said hi to them, and sat down. Iwas aware that we were all.