In my case, I was in my early to mid fifties, so I should have a decade more of good health. I was struggling to get it back to it. Struggled with how...to balance working to improve myself, while still managing to stay active in the moment. It was a very slack tight rope I was trying to traverse.When the wacky alarm buzzed, I got out of bed and made the quick trip to the bathroom. At that moment I didn’t find it at all remarkable that I didn’t have any real pain. I was a little stiff, but it. She had never seen a wine cask so large. Why it was big enough for two people to sit inside of it.Then there was a small pantry and his bed. That was all there was in the tiny little cottage. She felt herself blushing foolishly as she walked over to the bed. It was still unmade from the last time he had slept in it.Then suddenly she became aware of the smell of the cabin. There was a sweet, fragrance lingering in the air. Like that of honeysuckle or some other fragrant flower.Walking over to. Then she fastened a sort of leash to the bag thing, and brought the loose end all the way back over my right shoulder to fasten somewhere behind my head. My prick had been a bit floppy, wondering what was going to happen to it, but as she tightened the rope I watched it pulled upright until it was standing erect, held rigid and unable to droop even if it wanted to. And it didn't want to with this beautiful creature working on my prick and doing intimate things I'd never experienced before. Even. A loud "What the hell is going on" was shushed down by a chorus of voices saying, "Keep quiet. Let's see what is going on here."Soon everyone in the basement was watching in hushed silence as Tom and Darla kissed and fondled each other and then shed their clothing and climbed into the hot tub. The water was steaming in the cool air of late October, but neither of them seemed to notice. Soon they were generating as much heat as the hot tub. One of the men who was somewhat familiar with security.