Why are you afraid of dying a virgin? Where did that come from?" Can I confess something to you?" You're a virgin?" My raised eyebrow and tone of vo...ce indicated my guess was sardonic."No . . I mean, yes - I'm a v-i-g-i-n. What I want to confess is that I want to lose my virginity to you."Fortunately I stifled my urge to bark out a laugh. Poor guy was serious. "But what's with the death business? Why do you have to be dying for me to make love to you?" Immediately I saw the gaping opening. After I did so he embraced me before gently before kissing me on my forehead. “Yer jus calls me pappy, from here on,” he said, before locking his mouth onto my lips.With his tongue exploring my mouth, I couldn’t believe how much his facial hair was turning me on. Isaiah then slid his rough hand down my body, before caressing my rigid dick. Sniggering, his approval, he next moved his hand past my cock before stroking my butthole with his middle finger.When he lifted his head and lovingly stared. If Pete hadn't brought him round to meet me. If Pete hadn't fed me so much wine that night, and mostly if Pete hadn't pushed me into allowing David into our bed.Again, it was Pete, that pushed me into blowing David, into pushing to get more of him down my throat, I did my best, but didn't come close to all of it. It was Pete that wanted me to swallow as David came in my mouth, something I had never done before. It was however, all me, all my idea to savour it, to experience the flavour, the. I am about one month past my eightieth birthday and am in disgustingly good health for a woman of my years.My husband of almost forty-two years passed away this last winter after a long bout with cancer that wasted him away to a shadow of his former self.I shamefully admit that I was cheating on him right up to the final curtain with every Tom, Dick and Harry with enough stamina to get it up and get it inside where it really counts the most at the end of the day.After I passed seventy-five, I.