I used the bathroom, took a big 2 liter bottle with me to piss in later, took a bottle of Jack Daniels, and set myself up in the closet. I was going t... get my own little show, of exactly what nature I didn't know.Sure enough, a few minutes later she came in, and from the crack I'd left in the closet door in the bedroom, heard her call my name, then walk in, pulling off the casual skirt and t-shirt she'd put on for the store. She went out of my line of sight, into her closet right next to mine,. Something that she admired of him was that he never said one mean or horrible thing about his wife. He didn’t blame her for anything, and as a matter of fact he praised her as a mother and on her career. He mainly confided in her that they had been more like roommates for a very long time and the sexual part of their relationship was almost nonexistent. She had always thought he was just joking when he would make sarcastic remarks about it to male coworkers. After two days of almost constant. I don’t know what happened. I pulled him closer, put my hands around his neck. His hands were on my hips, looked into his eyes and our lips met for the first time.This was definitely not because of the drinks, I know that for sure. We separated a few minutes later, that’s when I realized it was one my most passionate kiss ever. We sat on the sofa next to each other with a beer in one hand and we were holding each other’s hand.I leaned my head on his shoulder while talking about a few things and. Two minutes later jets of spunk shot from my cock and onto the shower screen.As I dried myself in front of the mirror I smiled at my still half hard cock. Maybe not the biggest, but at a hard seven inches, it had served me well, and would do again. At close to sixty, I was still in reasonable shape, maybe a few too many pounds, but being a keen squash player had kept the worst ravages of time at bay. Okay, my hair was now a very light grey, but still totally covered my head, and was cropped.