I realized that now so was I. Knew that it was their apartment that would hold most of my attention over the next eight months.I hadn't slept with a s...ant in over thirty years. As I watched Miss Samantha Woo I knew I would soon. I was crazy hard. Masturbated again later as I watched Miss Woo unpack her underwear. Frilly laces and silks. Thongs and briefs. Boy shorts. In every color of the rainbow.I was fifty-eight that fall, a six foot two, hundred and ninety-five pound man who still resembled. We sat on the balcony for a while, just enjoying everything until I got tired, then John showed me to my room. Kissed me goodnight and went to his room.Exhausted I got undressed and into a nightgown and went right to bed.The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee. I only had the dress and my pajamas for clothing with me. So I wore a hotel robe. I left my room and found John on the balcony. Good morning. How did you sleep he says as he gets up from his chair. Good thanks.Are you hungry?Oh. I gripped onto my own cock using my pelvic floor muscles, clamping thethick rod deep inside my cunt and holding tight onto the arms of thechair as my back automatically arched, forcing my cock even deeper.You know when people in movies ask the question, "did the earth movefor you?" well I felt the world turn upside down. The finalconvulsions of my cunt, squeezing every last drop from my cock stoppedme from taking a breath for a few seconds and I gasped for air as soonas my body would allow. . They found they had a love for Bon Jovi, cold pizza and driving. They talked for hours, before they knew it, it was four in the morning. He rose to leave and she got up and hugged him. The sensation returned in wild force, her body tingled and his arms locked around her waist. She lay her head against his shoulder, his cheek rested against her hair. His breathing was fast and his body rigid. She was warm, her skin felt on fire and her mouth dry. They broke apart as fast as they hugged. Her.