Be easier in the long run. I stop still, just feet from my house and the pressure lifts from off my shoulder. Turning round, I see the last person I ...xpect to see. Ian. The hot guy who lives next door. We only really see him around winter and late at night, strangely when the sun is weak or not out at all. But when we do see him, its hard to stop watching him, with his perfect abs, sky blue eyes and the gorgeous black hair and stubble. He is just perfection, the amount of times I have. His skinremained pale white, but it became flawless. His age was wiped off hisface and a youthful, feminine one was left in its place. Tom stared downat the parts of his smooth, long and slender legs that were visiblebeneath his shorts. He looked at them with a smile that left his face ashe touched them and realized they were indeed his. Mark smiled at Tom and said, "Believe me now?" "Yes," he nervously responded. "Well, don't you look splendid," Mark remarked. "Stop looking at my chest. This was especially fun, for when she has cummed, she thinks of only cockl. Well, like I said, that was the extent of our sex life for the first 10-15 years of our marriage. Then, while making a trip to northern California just the two of us without our 3 kids, we picked up a book by Nancy Friday that spoke of womens fantasies. My wife found quite interesting the chapter on Domination and Submission, especially when it took the turn toward spanking. So, of course, being the good husband that I. “Can I call you grandad?” she asked softly and the old man could understand her fixation with older guys and it fitted in perfectly with her mothers desire to call him daddy, Roger was loving it, “Of course you can angel” he replied with a smile as he tweaked her nipple, “Mmm, thanks grandad” she replied.Ella now had control of the mouse and as she looked through his gallery the old man now had both hands up her vest and he could hear her softly moan as he tweaked her now stiff nipples, Ella.