"Fuck, I'm wrecked" he slurred "I just wanna crash".He was barely able to stand so when he tried to move toward thehallway, promptly slumped back to t...e floor. Once again I helped him uptaking his jacket off at the same time. "You're a good lad" he keptslurring as we clumsily staggered down the hallway toward his bedroom.My biggest fear at this time was that we would wake his daughters whowere asleep in their room but somehow we managed not to disturb them.We made it to the end of the bed and I. Dear Readers after reading this story please send feed back to this id I like the company of old people very much(especially 50+ people) Here I am going to narrate an imaginary story of mine with an old man.One day I was reading a book while sitting in the balcony of my house. Nobody was there in my home all people were gone out to visit relative house. After some time I hear a van sound next to my gate I saw the van with full of house hold items the door was opened and an old man came out he. I clenched the muscles surrounding him and pulled upward, loosening to encase him again, then repeating the motion until he gasped and grabbed my hips to keep me still. Then I sat up and ground down against him, a sudden smug feeling of authority enough to lend me a small amount of arrogance. The dark lashes swept upward and he grinned again. ‘Thank you.’ Smug arrogance fled and I blushed. Still, tendrils of lust whipped at me, and I fell to the side with a sigh. He followed, his soft cock. She became painfully aware of the fact she was in his bed. It somehow made it seem worse, if that was possible."Are you fucking k**ding me Kara?"His figure blocked the light from the hallway. He loomed above her from fifteen feet away. Kara said nothing. She just laid there staring at the man. He came closer to the bed, his eyes on her. "Why are you in my bed, telling the little neighbor boy to fuck you with his little dick?"Kara said nothing. She tried to shrink away from the angry man. She.