Send the old people to the fields so they can do something useful before they die. Start suggesting old people’s homes are better targets for mass m...rderers than schools. Old people move slower and are easier targets. When politicians reach that mandatory retirement of sixty-five, put them in National Service for two years. Better yet, sign them up to be foot soldiers. Put the expendables on the front line.My ‘old man’ had nothing to offer this world. He wasn’t even that good a lover. I’m. He dropped the wash cloth and began to grab and kneed my ass with his hands. I glanced over my shoulder at him smiling. He slid his hands up to my hips and stepped forward. I felt his hard cock press against my slippery ass cheeks. He began to slide his dick between my ass cheeks. “Ooh really?” I asked, smiling back at him. He glanced up at me, his previous gaze watching his cock slide between my ass cheeks. “Too much?” he inquired. “Not at all,” I replied. I pushed my ass back against him. "Well, yeah, then, if you want do to this..." he says to us in his back seat. Holy shit, I know we're both thinking, this is really going to happen! "You mind if I stop at like a CVS or something before we get there?" he asks us. "Like I said, we have condoms, but sure, yeah, if you want to, no problem," I tell him.He pulls into a CVS near our hotel and asks us if we need anything. We tell him, no thanks. When he gets out and heads into the store, we practically scream to each other in. "I laughed again, and we shook hands. He didn't let go, and instead, pulled me toward him, embraced me, and kissed me again. The smoke alarm went off (no, not from the kiss; the pan of bacon grease was still on the burner), and he busied himself removing the battery while I took the pan off the stove. We were laughing hysterically, and when we finally had everything out of the panic mode, he kissed me yet again, then scooped me up in his arms and carried me back into the bedroom.He had been.