It was decided for me that I should volunteer at the local retirement home.It started out just talking to the residents or walking with them. As I got...to know some of them, I'd help them with meals and play games, usually gin rummy.One such resident was a veteran marine. He was strong and steadfast and you could tell he was once extremely handsome. He was a sweet old man of eighty-three and he still had that naughty twinkle in his eye. He was also a bit of a flirt and I instantly liked him. He. The band was now struggling through the song, “A Summer Place,” This version was an old Letterman song and these guys were butchering it not only musically but the lead singer had no clue how to create the mood of the original piece by The Lettermen. “What the hell,” I muttered, and took a slug of the scotch. The amber liquid warmed my throat and numbed the uneasy feeling I had about attending this function. I looked around the room and recognized most of the classmates, the jocks were hanging. Jason was already half way dressed when he got the urge to fuck Ann again. Ann pleaded with him, “I can’t take it anymore! Please!” Jason was not having any of it as he quickly pulled down his briefs, his cock was already hard again. He climbed on top of Ann forcing her panties down her legs, and pushed her legs wide apart. He rammed his big thick cock back into her as Ann began to cry out once again. Jason held Ann tightly down onto the bed and began to fuck her very hard while Ann screamed. Sometimes I know what I want, other times I stumble across something rather unexpected and snap it up. That's what led me to a little consignment shop next three towns away. I was browsing Craigslist when I saw an advertisement for a steamer trunk. I wanted but didn't really need a trunk, and since I didn't recognize the dealer's name or address I jumped in my truck and headed over to take a look at the place. Sandwiched in between the gas station and a pizzeria was the store. Nice little.