But if she wanted to sit by his bed and watch him finally expire, it was no sweat off his balls.“Look, lady,” he began to expound for her benefit,...“I came into this world alone. Even my own mother abandoned me, so I spent most of my early life either in a foster home or an orphanage. I’ll die alone, too. It’s kind of ironic that for the sixty-something years I’ve been alive, no one gave a fuck, and now that the end is here, I’m being bombarded by people that say they care? What a load of. Jen's moans got louder and then I started to hear Andy chime in. Maybe it was all the beer that loosened me up, because I still can't believe I yelled into them. I hollered, "This isn't cool at all, you're driving me crazy in there."An instant later, or so it seemed, Jen appeared next to me wrapped in a bedsheet looking really very gorgeous in a disheveled sort of way. She had a devilish look on her face as she caught my obvious hard-on under my sheet. "Oh Jon, I'm sorry...you want to come. While she caught the occasional glances from younger men, what she mostly found was that people avoided staring at her, presumably out of politeness or people not wanting to be caught ogling. Mostly she figured, as she picked her way between the encampments of beach towels and umbrellas, was that a topless woman on a beach just didn’t warrant that much attention these days.When she arrived at the ice cream truck she approached the window with the money concealed in the side band of her bikini. ) She had become quite the exhibitionist while we lived there. We had no AC, and it was summertime, and we lived in an old trailer, so it stated hot, even at night. Donna would get up in the morning, take a shower an then just walk on out in the kitchen, nude of course. It didn't matter who was setting in the living room. Since one of them, Don, had to sleep on the couch, they had a morning wake up call of Donna. Though Donna didn't like Keith very well she still let him see her naked. I say.