"And yet it's completely true, Mr Djvonic," Lazarus shrugged, hands extended in a what-can-you-do gesture. "My most recent breakthroughs – to which ...ou've already alluded – can be applied to solve problems we previously thought intractable. Like ageing, for instance." So how old are you?" Djvonic asked quickly."As I said, the same age as you, fifty-three," Lazarus replied indulgently. "Give me a hard one, Mr Djvonic." Who was Prime Minister when you were a kid?" Djvonic shot back. He watched. I was facing away from the door acting out my whore role.”You see anything you want?”I heard him step behind me and then the swoosh of his satin shorts being shed, the lounge between my knees bent down and a hand grasped my left hip. “Oh please fuck this slut hard SIR!” I begged, emphasising the sir, hoping he’d just go teen crazy and ‘fuck me stupid.’he groaned, “Oh fuck!”I felt him grasp: me harder and his excited, 18 year old cock be pushed not my very loose hole, he moaned, “so warm!” he. He took off his shirt and pulled her tits tight to his chest as he cupped her ass cheeeks. He felt her soft tits against his chest and held her tighter. She did not resist anything he did to her. She seemed to be comfortable in her nudity. Her pussy had a soft fluff and he ran his hands over it feeling she was a little moist.He then sat her on the counter and spread her legs so he could see her sweet pussy as his fingers probed her. His mouth went to a tit and he kissed and sucked it as his. Did you know I can cook? Might I suggest dinner round here tonight?”"Any strings attached?" No, but maybe some spaghetti, that’s nearly like strings," he said, smiling. "And we’ll wear clothes, or at least until after dinner, and after I’ve taken a couple of blue pills." Fair enough. You notice I haven't attacked you in the kitchen.”"I know. I must be losing my touch."“Guess I'll get dressed and go home. I need a shower. By the way you don’t need any blue pills." We’ll see about that. Every old.