That's another thing about being retired. The use of your time. My wife always had chores for me to do. I would get up and gripe and groan everyday. N...w I would gladly do those little things for her, if only she was here.I decided to take up writing stories. For a lonely old guy it takes up time and is a great way to reminisce. That's what I thought I would write about. I might get off track a few times but I want to write what's in my head while I can still remember it. So if you are reading. However even though my conduct is improving Aunty Betty always reminds me that a good taste of her strap is still on the cards if I regress.I have been sharing Amanda's bed from day one and she has become quite a tigress. Even though she is very good at pleasing me, I still prefer boys and have been secretly meeting my boyfriend Peter for some very serious rod. Peter who is about my age attends a strict boys boarding school where I understand he is very popular. He has admitted to me that he. ”“I’ll fuck him for you until you get old enough. Let’s go show him our pussies, Juli.”Oliver was lying on his back, his head propped on two pillows, his book resting on his chest as he read the erotic story about yet another young girl getting in bed with her Gramps. His cock was standing tall and swollen as he looked up to see Juli and Cali walk through the bathroom into his room. He barely had time to cover his cock.“Gramps, I’m glad you’re still awake. I wanted to bring Cali in so we could. She smiled at Peter. "Is there anything else you'd like?" she asked sweetly, knowing full well what else the young man would like."Just the check," Helen said testily.She could see that her sixteen-year-old son was really turned on, and she wondered what his little cock looked like all swollen with blood and desire. It had been years since she had seen him naked. She realized what she was thinking and blushed, and then again she wondered what his cock looked like. Had it grown? Of course it had.