Her head lolled on her shoulders. Greg kept squeezing her breasts and toying with her nipples. He found it extremely erotic watching his hands move un...er the shirt, seeing her nipples harden through the soft fabric. Touching her soft, warm skin was sublime. He was breathing hard, and his heart was pounding. ‘Move on top of me,’ he whispered. ‘Yesss!!!’ she hissed. She moved astride his legs, gripping his cock in her hand. ‘Oh, yesssss!!!!’ Slowly, she lowered herself onto him. Shivers of. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just pooped my pants."A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy:'So I hear you're getting married?''Yep!''Do I know her?''Nope!''This woman, is she good looking?''Not really.''Is she a good cook?''Naw, she can't cook too well.''Does she have lots of money?''Nope! Poor as a church mouse.''Well, then, is she good in bed?''I don't know.''Why in the world do you want to marry her then?''Because she can still drive and she has a car!'Three old guys are out. " Phil said. Normally, when Jake and I play it's only the two of us."It'll be nice to have someone to help cover some court," I answered. I'm a pretty good player but Jake's so strong and quick and competitive that he runs me all around the court. I was glad to see Phil because I thought that having him to play cut-throat might keep me from getting too overheated, especially since I didn't want to take off my warm-ups!Unfortunately, Jake kept forcing the ball to my side of the court and half. I would find her crying during the daytime and even sometimes crying at night. This continued for about two weeks until one night during a great sex session she broke down and started crying. Of course I stopped, thinking that maybe I had hurt her in some way. Again I asked what was wrong, she would say nothing. I asked if it had something to do with her 25th birthday and she said yes. I asked if she was feeling guilty about it, she said no. Almost as if asking a small child, this questioning.