Harry didn’t really consider himself old. On the scrapheap, maybe, unemployable, unwanted, unloved, certainly, but if 55 was the new 40 then he felt...he was only 39... It was the woman in the twinkly top that caught his attention at first. It was a black top with the front littered with myriads of tiny sequins woven into the weave. She dazzled as she crossed his path as he walked towards the counter to put in his usual order for a pot of breakfast tea for one and a toasted tea-cake with. "Good morning Stan." "Hey Anna, morning! You're looking extra beautiful today" Bla bla bla. The rest of the conversation was just a blur as I tried to calm my heart - he had just called me beautiful! It took every ounce of will power not to start squealing and giggling like a little girl. That's how my elevator ride into work started this morning. Stan's little comment has got me all fired up and reading way more into it that he intended, I'm sure. But that little bit of affirmation was like a. She had bent over for her middle-aged but still attractive boss Mister Jennings and even let him stick his thing all the way up her brown eye when he pulled out shortly before shooting his load into her welcoming cunt. In a way, she appreciated his consideration of her child-bearing age and was more than happy to open up her lonely back door for his attentions which were no longer desired by his cheating wife. The woman was filled with hatred at him for his unsuccessful career and their. Mark had known he was too excited to join in with Lynn and his dad after not fucking anyone since he had last been with Lynn over Thanksgiving. He just unzipped his fly and watched as his dad screwed his little sister. They had all agreed to go back to the sperm warfare method of birth control, and when Mark heard his dad grunting with lust as he pumped his seed into his daughter, the memory of how it felt to cum inside Lynn caused him to go past the point of no return with no physical.