The next day arrives…Since I hung up that phone all I was thinking of was porn and her. Fantasies running through my head non stop, so much I could ...arely get to sleep. Lunch time arrives and I am there before her – I grab a coffee and it’s pretty busy. I look around and no one looks like her; this best not be a huge prank I tell myself. My heart is excited and nervous at the same time as I sip my drink pretending not to profile everyone around me like some sort of spy. My phone buzzes and a. Still running away. Still trying to evade responsibility for doing the right thing, whatever that is. “The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t want to hurt her.”“That may no longer be avoidable.”“So everyone’s lining up to tell me.”“There is often wisdom in crowds.”“Plotting my sexual demise, gentlemen? Or commiserating over your own inevitable decline in performance?” Kathryn was sauntering down the stairs in a white silk robe that, as threatened, managed to conceal almost nothing. The. Beth came in with a book and asked if I minded if she joined me. No problem, I mumbled, without looking up. She sat on the other end of the couch and out of the corner of my eye I noticed she was wearing a skirt with a slot cut up the side. Since she was sitting down, it showed off trim, tanned thighs, almost up to her butt.Pretty soon I was not doing much reading, but instead stealing glances at those gorgeous legs, which she seemed to be crossing and uncrossing with some frequency. I couldn’t. My huge hairy wrinkled old balls were slapping against his young tight ass. You have no idea how good is feels to be 70 and to fuck a 20 year old. I am 51 years older than him and I still fuck the shit out of him. I just kept going in and out of his ass, oh yeah. His ass is making that squishy noise, or splashing noise just like a real pussy. I then turned on my back and I turned him on his back while he's on top of me and I fucked him like that too. My 70 year old big, thick, long cock just.