"So you're not gay then?" and she laughed again,"No but they'd like me to be" Yes I bet they would"It was only a short taxi ride to where I lived, whi...h was a pity because I enjoyed having her close to me in the cab, as well as looking extremely sexy, she smelt like a dream and my prick was at half mast just from her proximity."After you" I said as we got to the stairs at the side of the supermarket above which I lived,"They're white" she giggled and I must have looked confused because she. During that time to keep my sanity, I did write that story. I posted it on a site called Stories on Line. It was well-received to my surprise. Apparently, there were many old guys with too much time on their hands.I kept writing and they kept reading, some sending kind comments, others not so kind, but on the whole, it was good.I did go back to work but kept writing. What started out as a short story became two very long books and two short stories.Somewhere in there, I decided to retire. That. And I especially love having your cock in my cunt.’ Her words along with the playfulness of her toes on his cock aroused Randy to such an extent that he succumbed to a partial premature ejaculation. Her toes picked up the sensation of his sudden increase of moisture and so Chloe realized what had happened. She giggled and squealed: ‘My! My! We seem to have had a little accident. You seem to need some help.’ With that said Chloe slid down under the booth table and positioned herself between his. As my hand begins its journey again she squirms, trying to intercept my fingers, straining against the scarves that secure her. I chuckle as I lightly pat the very top of her thigh. Then again, but not so lightly. The next time around, my hand travels higher. As her nipple grazes my palm she arches her back and moans. I give her my thumb to nurse on. When I lightly pluck her nipple she bites my thumb. I take her puckered bud between my thumb and forefinger and squeeze. She cries out… My arms.