00, less than halve.I told my husband I thought he sounded oldish, but he just laughed and said wishful thinking, so when I rang the doorbell and he o...ened it, both of us thought we had the wrong door.He was old, very old and as I fumbled for the right words to explain who we were, he just said, 'It's all right dear, I know who you are, come in', and we did.The house was dark and damp, it smelt old, cluttered and a tad on the dirty side.He was alone, widowed for some thirty years he said, and. ."Yo, I think your drink is ready" Jonathan interrupted."Oh, um, yeah," Steven snapped back into reality. What was he thinkingabout? Why did he use female pronouns?"Li?" said the barista. Steven walked over to the counter, noticing theslick feeling between his tiny thighs with every step. He was soembarrassed he thought he might just die."There you go, small latte." The barista winked again. Steven Smiled andshuddered. He could have sworn that he felt his pussy twitch."Want to go back to the. That was all of you inside me, wasn’t it?”“Yep. Everything,” I sighed and reached over to our bedside table to grab some tissues to wipe myself, offering some to my wife.“Thanks,” she smiled, evidently happy with the outcome of our spontaneous love session.“So, even if I have a wardrobe problem,” I joked, “at least the sex is great.”“Aww, baby, let me help,” she said, sitting up to rise off the bed, “Let me measure you again, get your inseam and everything, and I’ll work on fixing your clothes,. Will their be any chance of me coming in for a night-cap?”The two exchanged glances, and Casey replied, “I’m sure Tracey won’t mind, after all that’s a good way to toast our birthday.”The three of them piled back into his car and he drove them home. It was dark, so Tracey took advantage of it, and run her hand up the side of his thigh stopping short of his crotch, knowing damn well it would make his cock harden. Mike felt her hand, and his cock got so hard, that he thought he’d blow his load.