Paul Macon was usually right, the old bastard. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe thirty years old, but everybody knew that he was actually a...hundred and thirty. That in itself wasn’t unusual; out of a human population of eleven and a half billion, just over one million people were older than a hundred twenty; nearly a thousand were over a hundred fifty. Not one of these ultra-centenarians looked to be older than seventy, and most looked less than fifty. In his long life Paul had been. ..just as I felt my juices flow he began to suck and lap it up, the man was getting better, practice does make one get better. Oh this was nice, damn what away to wake in the middle of the night. I let my legs part and he lifted them up and push them back where they rest on his back. This opens me up even more. He positions himself between my legs, lying prone before me, his face at the gates of heaven. His lips pull and suck my labia. I feel his face pushing into me. His. As an ass man I couldn't miss the distinct odor of ass, now that caught my attention. Jumping on the bed he rolls to the center and slaps the mattress, come on your meal is waiting for you, as his cock stiffens more rapidly. Walking over and climbing on the bed, I sit crossed legged next to him, laying his arm at his sides he says you better start I'm starting to feel very horny. Reaching out i start rubbing and caressing his chest and belly, I like my nipples played with he says, closing his. Roger pulled into the carport at his house and unlocked the side door. He opened the back door of the SUV and took the boxes into the house one by one. Each box seemed to weigh about twenty pounds or so. He set the boxes on the kitchen floor and then went and changed into jeans and a t-shirt.Roger poured himself a glass of ice water and then began to open one box. As soon as he folded the flaps back he saw that the box was filled with used one hundred dollar bills in stacks of one hundred bills.