I walk over to him and take a glass. I take a sip of the wine and I look around the room, taking in again all of the things that he has done to make t...is evening special. I already know the answer to his question, but want to savor this moment just a little longer, the anticipation building as he waits for my answer. A warm, sensual feeling washes over me, I look back at him, his eyes questioning whether I will accept or refuse. He is so cute at this moment. I set the glass down and stand. I watched her as she stroked me with it. ‘I love you, darling, with all my heart.’ I knew it was true. She kissed my ear, my cheek. The first stinging blow was across my arse. I bucked and she steadied me with the hand that held the stocking. The second came fast and accurate across the same spot. Then more with a few seconds between each but each harder than the other. I looked at her and saw the gleam in her eyes. She licked the back of my neck as another blow stung the tops of my thighs.. He had seen hisMom wear it on a night out earlier in the summer, and had been curious totry it on ever since. Today was the day. His heart beat a little fasteras he held it out infront of himself, imagining what it would be like towear, he was about to find out. The dress was stunning. It was long andblack and sparkled a little when it caught the light."Yes, I love it!" There was enthusiasm in Peter's voice, he was genuinelyexcited for his friend.The two boys had now chosen their dresses and so. She would always give me all the juicy details, much to my fascination, excitement.....and frustration. I suppose what I really wanted was to experience an older.....an old man myself.What can I say? I just love the whole thing, wrinkles, grey hair, experience. Older guys just do it for me, I want it, want to have one for myself. His name is Albert and she'd met him at the care home, not one of the residents but he came to visit a resident, his brother.They'd hit it off from the start, at first.