I smile, and lean forward again, holding out the pipe to him and his eyes travel back up to look at me as he quietly takes the pipe from my hand and g...ves me the lighter in return. This time he lifts the stem to his lips and I place the lighter underneath the bowl of the pipe and light it. We lock gazes again, but this time I give him a slow, sexy smile, and he shakes his head as if trying to shake something off. Finally he puts the pipe between his lips and begins to inhale the smoke the same. The patch, gum or other cessation methods were known to her but have been ignored. The nicotine she inhaled somehow seemed sinful and the bad was good for her.Of all the habits she had this was the one that was going to haunt her in later life. She knew that the cigarettes she smoked in the morning, after a meal, when arriving home after work and before bed were very harmful. The lungs were slowly being poisoned with the tar, and the 200 carcinogens in the tobacco would bring on cancer and. Just to let you know I’m M 54, 6’1, 8.5” cock, (so it wasn't to see her have a bigger cock satisfies her) Mrs C is 53, 4’10 slim build with small breasts and we have been together 10 years but have known each other for 14 when she was previously married.Things began when after fucking C I would keep asking if I was good enough for her. And she always reassured me and started admitting quite a few flings had acured during her marriage as when a man fancied her and gave her compliments and was. " Her response to me was, "You sick old man! You're as old as my Dad!" OUCH, shit, mother fucker, Jesus all mighty, and what-the-fuck?!!! That's what was going through my mind, plus, maybe I was as old as her Dad?Just 10 years earlier, I was fucking 18 year olds... and three of them in a row. Julie, Anne and Miel were all just 18 years old when I went through my divorce and were my first three girlfriends since marriage, and I was 35.Now I'm 63 (and I still feel like, and think that I'm 35) and.