I would have liked to have seen what the woman’s face looked like when that had happened. I probably could have put it on YouTube and made a lot of ...oney. I returned to the café and worked on several pending lawsuits and two other divorces. The day dragged on. All I could think of was Carol waiting for me at the house. Was I falling for her? I definitely was infatuated, that was for sure. Susan’s visit hadn’t done anything to my frame of mind. I had no appointments that day and I could have. I'm glad. But does that mean we can play some more? Does your husband like country music?"A shiver ran through me at the mention of my night at that redneck club and the memories of the gangbang that followed my humiliation on the dance floor. I smiled and replied, "Rob isn't very fond of country music. But I think he'd enjoy an evening at the redneck bar you're so fond of. I'll ask him."Lucas stood up and said, "Come on in, Pinky. Make yourself comfortable."That was all the invitation he. "Well, good then," I said to no one in particular. "At least I'm not completely off in the wilderness somewhere."Unzipping the sleeping bag was much easier than it had been the night before. I slid out of the bag and sat cross-legged on it and reached for the cargo bag. It was at this point that some things finally occurred to me. I was Harold Lee Scoville. I was 93 years old. The last I remembered before last night had been laying in bed waiting to die of old age and generally crappy health.. My cock was rock hard as I got several glimpses of her heart-shaped ass as we walked down the hallways, she was a knock-out!She opened the door to a really nice suite. In the bedroom next to the living room an older but still pretty good looking man came out. He was only wearing a tight black speedo swimming suit. He was slightly overweight, but not too bad. I instantly lost my hard on.“Hi, I’m Ted.” He said, giving me a really warm smile and shaking my hand.“Come on in, it’s great to have.