Her cockwas getting hard in the cage. It must have been painful for her, thosenext 20 minutes, as I used the duster on her. At the end, I turned outth... lights and went to sleep next to her, the soft buzzing sound comingfrom her ass a natural sleep aid. Sometime during the night the batteries wore out. I awoke with hercalling my name. It was dark. She seemed to be in great pain. I releasedthe cock cage. Her cock was red and raw. I undid her from the bed andtook her to the bathroom, only. As you will have noticed we may getting on in life but we are far from gaga. Each of us, single or as a couple, live here because we all follow the same philosophy of personal fulfilment and enjoyment – individually and together. To the outside world we are ‘oldies’ but in here we are vibrant and enjoy each others company...in all ways. As soon as your eyes homed in when I crossed my legs at the interview I knew that you probably shared our outlook on life. And unlike most others over 50. She grabbed me like we were prom dates, putting her arms around my neck and pressing her ample tits against my chest. As we danced she pressed in closer (if that was possible). Her mouth found my ear."Mmmmm. I can feel your hard cock pressing against me," she said, keeping her voice lower than the blaring music."I'm sorry, Ani," I began, "I didn't mean for things to go this way . . . ." She cut me off."Oh no, don't be sorry! I know I'm drunk, but I'm not so drunk that I'm not aware of what I'm. Marco worked as a logger; pretty much everyone in town was a logger. It was the sole reason why the town itself existed. Ayam-Hutan first began as an outpost where locals from a nearby city would chop down giant trees, famous for their exquisite wood, and cart them back for sale. As the years went by, more and more people became interested in the unique wood of the area and a logging firm was established, attracting many people in search for well-paying jobs. A few buildings were constructed to.