I couldn’t see anything. I looked again. Nothing. I realized that she had finally seen the hole and had covered it from the inside. I was disappoint...d and went away. That evening, when she wasn’t in her room, I made a hole right at the bottom of the door, at the lowest level from which I could peep. Now I was back in business. It went on like this for almost a month. Through out this period, I never tried to approach her, as I knew that she wouldn’t be interested and that she might complain to. "Look at me! I exercise. I work at it. But ... see the slight sag in my breasts, the little bulge in my belly. See the small wrinkles around my eyes. Yes, I cheated! I'm getting older. I'm not..." You're still a beautiful woman, Nora." Humph, then why did you ignore me? Why did you spend all your time working?"Even after that argument, I still didn't realize I'd stopped aging. Years flew by. I became more successful in business, but my personal life suffered. How could it be otherwise? I worked. Well, I now have it on good authority that they are, which might explain why all the girls I knew in junior high always treated me like I had the plague, and all the girls I knew in high school always acted so goofy around me.So anyway, my cock is getting sore, and I'm walking along a deserted stretch of beach, in the dark, and I'm a little drunk, so I stop and pull it out. Now I can walk a lot more comfortably and more quickly as well.I'm in a hurry, so I'm concentrating on the time, when I. ”“And I love watching you being pleasured baby, love it, your cock is very wet,” I tell Roger as I watch Carla blow on it.“Do you like what I am doing with my stud on your erection?”, Carla asks Roger.“Yes fucking magic.”“I think Roger is very close to orgasm, he is standing with his back to the wall and teasing his nipples,” I tell Karl.“He is motioning for Carla to kneel in front of him. I know from experience Roger’s ultimate orgasm is one standing up.“Carla is alternating sucking, licking.