‘If you’re not feeling well today, I’d suggest you…’ she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes bulging at his tumescence. He looked down, too...embarassed to hide it in front of her. ‘I’m sorry,’ he muttered, rising to his feet, feeling stupid at the boner making a tent in his trousers. ‘I must be going.’ She caught his hand before he could move. ‘Do you want me to take care of it?’ she asked. He was dry throated as her fingers encircled his shaft. His cock jumped in her hand and she looked up. Zuko couldn't believe his eyes or the situation that had befallen him.On her knees in front of him was a pathetic, senile woman, no younger than sixty, tracing the cum veins on the underside of his cock with her tongue.'Fucking disgusting.'No matter what he told himself, his mind could not convince his eyes that his cock did not begin to harden on top of the witch-like face.His length stretched from under her chin to past her hairline, where his jizz began to dibble on her thin, grey. "The hairs on my back stood up as I noticed how Dr. Martin paled when I mentioned picking up a disease from Becky."Then what do you have to lose?" he asked after regaining his equilibrium."What do I stand to gain?" I asked back."Well you could possibly get your marriage back on track, and get your wife back," he said firmly."I don't want either of those things," I said."Why not?" he asked. "Most of us long for companionship, intimacy, and love. It's a part of the human condition. What makes you. Janet was nearly beside herself with excitement as she held the long awaited package in her hands. It had taken nearly two months from the time she had seen the object of her desires in the antique fashion accessories section of eBay, successfully bid on it, and was now the proud excited new owner.Composing herself a little, she wanted to make the most of the ritual moment of unwrapping the contents. Placing the parcel down on a coffee table in the middle of her lounge room, she sauntered over.