It seemed his newspaper, a specialty trade magazine which had gotten him access to Variety, had been horrified so much of his reporting lacked any fac...ual basis, based almost exclusively on hearsay from a disgruntled employee who wouldn't even defend his claims. While they hadn't actually fired him over it, they shifted him to another department—probably obituaries—where he couldn't embarrass them any further. What's more, they were probably only biding their time until they could let him go. ”“Not in my lifetime,” Mrs. Lancaster said sadly.“Yes, but in ours ... well ... we’ll see, won’t we,” Benny said.“You’ve got an old soul, Benny. So do you, Tim.”“So do you, Mrs. Lancaster. I wonder why.”Benny said, “That’s easy. It’s because she’s old.”Mrs. Lancaster laughed. “It’s really hard to have a swelled head around you two.”“That’s Benny. He’s blunt.”“How old do you think I am, Benny?”Benny said, “I have given that question a lot of thought. The answer I keep coming up with is Portland,. He lifted my skirt to my waist and moved my knees apart with his boot before he knelt beside me. I closed my eyes. Something solid pressed against my opening. At first, I thought it was his organ but it was too cool and too unyielding. It worked into me, getting slick, a bulbous shape opening me wider and wider and finally lodging in me in a satisfying way. Like a cool compress to my hot throb. My body trembled. He worked the bulge inside me, twisting it so that texture massaged me from inside.. She lay back and we turned on our side’s facing each other, she kissed me and closed her eyes, I held her close and lay there wondering where we went from here.We lay there for ten minutes; she then sat up, “Come on need food” we went down stairs, as we were, she cooked us breakfast and she sat in my lap as we ate, we returned to my bed and she was all my dreams come true, she sucked my cock swallowing my spunk, then sucking me back up we fucked again, and again. We lay there holding each other.