Learning that it was still safe, she returned to the kitchen and started looking at them again and this time she had a smile on her face and she surpr...sed me when she kissed one of the pics. My lun got hard as I knew that things were going to work out. She started kissing every picture and then she put some pics in her purse and started putting the rest back in the envelope. I quietly stepped out of the computer room and went up stairs, I wet my hair and after some time came back down. She then bent over and took the length of my shaft into her mouth: the bubbles of the champagne making my cock aware of the small, but hot sensations fizzling through my body. I let out a sigh of pleasure as she ran her teasing tongue swirling around the head of my cock and she sucked the whole length down her throat, all the while, running her tongue up and down the glans of my shaft.I reached down and ran a finger around the edge of the tiny bikini panties she was wearing and worked my finger. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, "No, but I do fart a lot."P.S. I know some of you are not over 60. I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those who are. I figured your sense of humor could handle it.We senior citizens don't need any more gadgets. The TV remote and the garage door remote are about all we can handle.No virus found in this message.This one is from LarryRaising ChildrenWhenever your kids. "I saluted ironically and left the flat. I got into the taxi, a minicab rather than a black cab. It was the first one I'd ever seen that looked brand new, and I'd been in London for over ten years. Maybe it was my sister using her magic godmother powers? I chuckled to myself."Nice car you've got here. Looks like you only got it yesterday."I got some mumbling in a weird accent in reply. No surprises there to anyone who's ever used a minicab in London. Funnily, though I could only see the back of.