I was patient.Kim’s sixty-four. Willis is fifty-something. There won't be any hormonal urges. Know what I mean?When I could, I put the two of them t...gether. She likes him. He likes her. He’s awkward talking to her when I’m around. I say nice things about him. He does things for her or to be noticed by her. These are all good signs.He’s a good man. Divorced. Volunteers for community shit. Talked her into helping him a couple of times. She came home buzzed about it.She’s chatty about him around. My friend is Geethu, same age of mine. I was eager to see her after many years. In a Saturday evening they arrived. All are very happy. I astonished to see Geethu that how much she changed. Actually I’m unable to identify her. She was little fat and her dressing makes a bad feeling on me.She was wearing a tight jeans and shirt. Her high heel chapel and walking style projects her buttocks and breasts very much. She is a fashionable girl now. But she mingled with me quickly as in our childhood.. Wondered where it would go, and what would come next. Grabbing her by the base of her head and neck he pushed her back to his dick, where she picked up where she had left off. Sucking licking and trying hard to work it with her tongue and lips he continued to hold it to help her work it he was growing anxious. He wanted to taste her, see her cunt again, that he longed to lick and eventually fuck hard and deep. He forced her up and off his dick, a look of disappointment came across her face. Was. As it was, Jeremy found himself settled in a low slung camping chair, a Mountain Dew sweating in a mesh cup holder, and his binoculars pressed to his eyes as he scanned the shoreline of Bridge Creek where wayward campers were most likely to be. Not just five minutes before, a pair of newlyweds ducked into their tent after some seriously heavy petting. Unfortunately, all of it had been done under a blanket, leaving everything to his imagination and too little to excitement. His eyes trekked.