Me yahan pareshan ho raha tha phir oski maa se permission maang raha tha . Oski maa ne dante hoae kaha jao next sundays se nahi jane doungi aur boli k...el ke baad nani ke ghar chale jao me bhi shaam ko wahin aati houn wo saala mujhe bye jiju bolke chaley gaya , Saala is tarah wo mere 2 khante barbad kiya,Lekin iss 2 khante ke waqt meChachi ne phata phat kaam almost kar chukki thi.Khair wo saif jaate hi me door lock karke siida chachi ke paas aaya wo haas rahi thi mera majak uda rahithi aur sorry. So, like I said I needed to go some place new. I just started walking, stupid move on my part. So I walked until I could get my head on right. I eventually got tired and sat on a bench. I was near a park and could hear children playing. Then something hit me on the back of my head. "'Sup shit head." I hear the familiar voice say, I know instantly who this is. It was Derek, my best friend slash drug dealer. He was a good guy, he just ran his mouth too much. "Bitch," I say, "What are you. That is up until right now. That woman who had the fantasy seemed so turned on by the idea and the woman in the story loved it so much she only wanted that kind of sex. I had pulled my fingers from my pussy and were looking at them. They were covered in a clear slick goo. As I was looking at it I knew my dog was on his bed in the other room. He was a 2 yr old Blue Heeler and had not been fixed. I chuckled to myself thinking he probably would have no interest at all. Looking at my fingers again. I encouraged her to put up with it, reminding her that looking at her and copping a feel was about the only sex life these poor old guys had. Actually, I secretly liked hearing her reports about her encounters at the nursing home. I would get a hard on as she told of old Bill Jensen slipping his hand under her skirt from behind and stroking her panty covered, hairy slit, before she could jerk away. I would rub my cock as she mumbled how 80-year-old Howie had snuck up behind her as she was bent.