Or a chance tosuckle that infant, from milk produced at my own breast.Deep within my heart I had always felt I would have enjoyed life as awoman even ...ore so than I had as a man. I knew there were ways toaccomplish this, but those ways were expensive and resulted in surgeryand hormones. I was far too old to even think about going down thatpath.Sighing I looked down at the gray hairs upon my legs and arms. I waswell past my prime now, on the down side of the hill if you understandwhat I mean. It. Every once in a while she would squeeze it, which made me moan. After a while, she turned towards me and said, "Those shorts look pretty tight in there, why don't you let me help you out with that." She grabbed the waist band of my shorts and pulled down. I lifted my butt up off the couch to let them go down easier. As she pulled, by cock sprang forth from its prison and shot strait up. She pulled my pants down to my thighs and said, "There, now doesn't that feel better?" I couldn't say. Had I really, truly hated any part of it until now? Was I so willing to throw Dianna away, too?"I can't," I replied. "I won't."After I thought about it a moment longer, I continued with more resolve."I don't want to." You don't want to what, Lover?" she questioned softly.Just let go... "I don't want to... stop."She smiled triumphantly and squeezed my aching cock in appreciation."As you wish, My Sweet," she purred.The patrons and staff at Morton's are no strangers to Grand Entrances. Still,. All those sounds and our moans, and gasps making a symphony to our love making. I’m so close too, so close to that moment when our worlds collide and we see the stars. I’m gripping you tightly working you with my pussy walls, sliding up and down, over and over, moaning out loud as you rub that pleasure spot. I’m holding on to you feeling your back and shoulders, caressing with my hands, your muscles moving as you ram me with your cock. Then from one moan to the other it happens… we explode, we.