She said she needed to remove my boxers. She helped me stand up and pulled my boxers down. My dick came into view. It is about 7 inches soft and aroun... 10 inches hard. Very slowly she began to dry me off down there. As she rubbed, of course, my dick began to get harder. She just wiped it. After she got me dried off, she put a blanket over me. She sat down beside me and we talked. Her husband had been dead for several years. I found out that she was 71 years old. Soon I put my arm around her and. . After a quick, wobbly, almost stuporous walk, I reach the stairs leading up to my apartment. A flight of stairs that on any other day would be a molehill looks positively mountainous. I grab the railing hard for support and pull, trying to augment my legs as much as I can. My calf muscles tighten up and ache. Halfway up the stairs they scream in protest and I now, rather than just holding the railing, am hugging it and leaning against it with all my weight. Slowly, one step after the other, I. The small part of her brain still thinking rationally knew this was submission.After the shock of the first onslaught of pleasure, this second time she was able to relax into the process. Her brain was telling her that fingers where gently rubbing then pinching her nipples, something that always turned her on. "Fuck me," she whispered. Her hips were rising and falling with need."What are the magic words?" he replied, the delight clear in his voice."Please fuck me Daddy..." her voice barely. I was lucky tohave been chosen by her.She gave a small cough."Admiring the goods?" She giggled. Her playful, slightly mocking voiceseemed even more sensual now that we were away from the pounding bassof the club. My guilty eyes snapped up, but she seemed well pleased bymy sinful attentions. Her youthful face could have been innocent,angelic, if not for the wicked smile that played across it and thelusty glint in her emerald eyes.I fought through the horny buzzing that clouded my thoughts and.