.. if I live to be 130.I still think and feel like I'm in my early 30's but my experiences are always pointing towards "dirty old man" territory now. ... haven't changed a bit, but everybody else has just gotten sooo freaking young lately. EVERYBODY.The first time I realized I may really be a dirty old man ("D.O.M." for short), I was 45 and in a nightclub in Las Vegas, sort of a "disco themed" place that had stages, loud music and beautiful women dancing all over the place. There was a pretty. People might read stories on some internet site and think they know, but how could anyone REALLY know without it happening to them. Most people couldn’t, though. It would be too scary to let go, to so totally trust someone else to keep you safe while you let go. To experience things you didn’t even know you wanted to experience.”“I think it worked out pretty well. Who would have thought that that hungry cunt of yours would even end up bringing some extra income into the house?”“You make it. "Don't count on that. I think I'd rather the police were looking for her. Even without her phenomenal brain, she's still a valuable animal and I can't imagine Adamson's will just write her off without making some effort to find her. And we have to consider the possibility that they know about her intellect. The HIV reference on the manifest might have been a red herring. It's only logical that you're going to be suspected of taking her and that animal rights groups are going to be high on their. I stood, he spun me around, looked at my ass and said "mmm thats a nice white booty" he rubbed my ass up and down, spreading my cheeks and rubbing my hole. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap, I started grinding my ass on his cock, he rubbed my body up and down, caressing my chest and moaning with pleasure. "You ready for this dick?" he asked, I got on all fours, handed him a condom and my bottle of lube. He covered my ass in lube, rubbing it all over my cheeks, then slapped my ass.