And, beyond that, only death.Sad, I hear you say, shaking your head in sympathy, very sad indeed. Notat all dignified but as a man of 86 with a lifeti...e of experience andmemories I've had a good run. A good innings, you might say, with thejocularity of someone for whom death is still a long way away.Well, you might think that, but I've got news for you.I've not had much of a run at all, in fact. I've only been like this fora couple of months. I may have this wasted, ancient male body, but. Mark’s hand pushed hard on the back of my head, forcing me down on him faster and deeper. This straight teen boy was thoroughly enjoying this blowjob, and I thought it might have been the first time he was ever completely deep throated.I was lying with my head right around his navel, and I could feel Mark’s heartbeat increase. I felt his cock swelling and beginning to jerk and pulsate in my mouth. I could hear Mark’s breathing increase, and I could hear his heart beating faster.Mark’s cock. "And it was so fucking good."Her voice carried conviction.Hazel slowly moved toward Thor. "That little sissy, as you have called himfor years, has got a ten inch cock that is thick, juicy, andindefatigable." What does that mean?" Thor asked with despair."Indefatigable?" Hazel stared at him with scorn. "It means it doesn't failon him, that he can keep it up longer that you can, that he can hit me inpleasure spots that I didn't even know I had. And these truths, thesefacts were gloriously. She reached out and squeezed the hand of the woman she was escorting for moral support before the door opened.“Si?” The woman answered, confused by the sight of her dear friend whom she wasn’t expecting to stop by, but more so by the red-masked woman accompanying her.“Hi, my name’s ... er ... Cupid’s Helper. Are you Angelique?” Susan asked in Italian. She nodded. Susan turned back to the woman she’d approached the door with, a look from behind the mask asking her “Is this the right Angelique?”.