I was billeted at the convent of St. Agnes which has since been torn down and the sisters all shunted into the working cloisters of the Sisters of Mar.... At that time, there was a certain element in the ranks of the good sisters that gave great credence to the joys of physical flesh and less to the dedicated improvement of spiritual character. Of course, I was totally unaware of this when I tended to the sister's needs for spiritual advice and found that I was becoming more of a "hands on". Why the shots? I am a very active seventy-six, and my husband is fifty-four, and the hormones turn me into a horny teenager and enable my husband to keep up with me. We are very much in love and have a very passionate sex life. Some might even say kinky.My husband has put the injection supplies away, and I'm fixing supper while he watches the news. He is a hard-working man, and I'm his domestic Goddess! I bring our dinner to the living room on trays and settle in next to him on the love-seat.. Mene kaha baki 2 kaha hai.Tho wo boli 1 ka cancle ho gaya aur dusri thodi der me ayegi. Tab tk uska phn baja. Aur uski dusri frnd ka phone tha. Usne 2 min bat ki aur fir boli ki use 1 ghanta late hone wala hai tab tak dinner banane ko bola hai. Mene kaha thike aap bana lo me tab tak aapko pleasure deta rahunga lekin apko ab nude hona padega tho wo boli. Ki pehle tho tum muze richa bulao aur fir batao ki kya matlab hai tumara.? Mene kaha tum khana banati raho me tumhari ass aur pussy chatunga. The guy on the left is a hunk, athletic build and he leans in to share the information sheet being explained. The guy on your right is really tall and goose bump handsome, dressed like an outdoors model out of a designer marketing commercial and he too leans right into your space, holding the edge of the sheets and following the speaker.You are overwhelmed by the presence of dual fresh breath testosterone. You try to calm yourself by telling yourself they are only close because they are late.