First, let’s look at the living room.” As we emerged from the elevator into the apartment, I moved my arms wide to show him the room, twirling. He...walked out and looked around nodding his head. He would run his hand over a table or chair, then run the hankie over the same place, a neat freak I guess. “Over here is the fully stocked wet bar, of course, it will be your responsibility to restock it when the need arises. Oh, by the way, would you care for a drink?” I said, moving behind the. She said, "I like this engine, do you mind taking my picture with it?" I said yes, she held the engine, I took the pic, then she asked me to take one more pic but she wanted to take a sexy pic with it. She stripped down to her sexy bra and panties, she grabbed the engine again, I took the pic then she spotted my personal engine inside my pants! She said, "come here you sexy engineer!" I walked up to her, she started making out with me and then she removed my clothes as I removed her undies! We. Once she took her last breath I leaned over and kissed her tenderly and said my final goodbye to her. I was 75 and Cassie had been 74.Today, I'm 83 and still fit and active.We were without any children, since Cassie had been unable to conceive during our marriage. We finally got used to the idea and decided that we would spend our lives doing what we wanted to do. Both of us came from money, so it wasn't a problem for either one of us. Her father had made a mint in the stock market and could. I did often fantasise about her taking a lover (well, not actually 'a lover', anyone with a big cock would do) and for me to watch as she was being properly fucked but it was a thought I kept to myself whenever I might visit the bathroom. Something else that I kept to myself was my secret 'Porn Stash', a leftover from my bachelor days. I had all manner of magazines which fed my fantasies with their themes of the BDSM, the like of which I had enjoyed in the dungeons of my mistresses. Others had.