Almost hating to end the conversation we said goodbye.I couldn't help thinking, how many other old men, could be feeling that sense of being wanted ag...in if they would only take the chance. It also crossed my mind there were many women who could spend so many fewer lonely days and nights if they wouldn't overlook a goldmine right in front of their eyes. I was glad I took the first step.My day was filled with getting everything ready. I made a simple dinner and made sure the atmosphere was. She imagined the pretty little brunette tonguing her ass as she posted on the young buck’s thick cock. A moistened finger and a suction cup dildo on the footboard substituted for the real thing.Nicole made a point of swinging by that dock nearly every day, weather permitting, and the young couple was usually out there. They seemed increasingly happy to see Nicole each time she passed. One day, Nicole worked up the courage and slowed to an idle, and nervously said, “I see you have about as much. " an' then there was nothin'. The bandit fell ta the ground, an' I looked around just ta be sure I wasn't the target of this galoot's partner. Nobody else was in sight, soz I rode up ta where my would-be ambusher was lying on the ground.He was lyin' on his back, an' I could see a neat hole in his shirt. There wasn't much blood showin', so I figured that I had made another heart shot. Damn, I could stand fer that ta become a habit!This was a fairly successful road agent, judgin' from the amount. Johnson might be filled with remorse over what had happened. What if she regretted what we had done? What if she wouldn’t speak to me again? What if she was mad because I came in her mouth? What if I had pulled on her tits too hard? What if she hated my big cock and thought I was a freak? What if what if? Shit. This was silly but I was starting to get really worried when I heard Mrs. Johnson on the other side of the six-foot fence. I could see her approaching the area I was working in and I.