Not ‘Old Charlie’ or “Spunky” as some of the guys used to call him. It was for the obvious reason, because he was probably always “spunking�...� through the glory holes or beating off to his endless stories and the fetishes he had uncovered.I had dropped his name a couple of times in my conversations with my buddies when I called them about employment and got the usual response. “What do you want with Spunky?” I dropped it when I said, “I just wondered what he was up to?” and their response was,. Her opening tightened around her fingers as she pressed her palm firmly down on her mound. The grinding motion and her hand kept the same rhythm with her hips. She felt a little spasm and then the first wave of pleasure hit her. She moaned softly. Her imaginary dick kept thrusting inside of her. More spasms engulfed her slick vulvae. More pleasure. She moved her hand rapidly, she could feel the wetness on her pussy hair as she gave herself one last climax. Her hips slowly came to a stop, her. At the pool, the lifeguard recognised me fromprevious visits and complimented me on looking trim and toned and askedif I had been having treatment to lighten my hair, I was confused butsaid no and dove into the pool to do my normal lengths. After just 2lengths of the pool, I felt exhausted and came out - it was strange, Iwould normally have driven myself to do 5 or 6 lengths, this time I hadno energy and less enthusiasm; maybe I just needed to go slowly.Connie and I met for lunch, a light salad. I lay back and I slid my hands down my curvaceous body to the top of my red g-string thong. They fit me perfectly, and the strings were nothing more than an eighth of an inch wide. The back came together in a small triangle that served to define the shape of my ass. I moved my thumbs between my strings and my hips and slowly pushed them down over my toned thighs, then wriggled then down over my bare feet. I threw my only remaining piece of clothing into the corner of my room and spread my legs.