30. He preferred one of the window seats if he could manage, or in the shadows near the rear. Here he could observe the other patrons. They came, supp...d their brews and departed, making their weary way into the world, rested and refreshed, like reservists reluctantly heading back to the front, knowing it was their duty so to do. Harry didn’t really consider himself old. On the scrapheap, maybe, unemployable, unwanted, unloved, certainly, but if 55 had become the new 40 then he was only 39… The. It felt fantastic. I was elated & drained at the same time. I'd done what I set out to do - I'd had a good, satisfying doll fuck & a strong orgasm & I'd recorded it all.As I fully intended to post the resulting video, I'd been very conscious that however much I wanted to create an authentic document I was still 'performing' (albeit naturally) for the cameras as I fucked the doll, so having got the footage I wanted I knew that in the next session I wouldn't have to concern myself with getting. He moved my bra aside and started to kiss and lick my nipples. I got a shooting sensation down below. My nipples got so hard he was flicking them with the tip of his tongue. I needed to get out of this situation before it got worse but there was nothing I could do. I was right where I was supposed to be for the next few hours. After a bit I started to feel his hands move to pull my legs apart. They were tightly held together by every muscle I had in my thighs. He was so strong he got his hand. “What are you doing?” “Cookin’ wieners. You want one?” Kristen said in a smart-assed tone of voice. Jenny smiled, “Nah, I’ve got mine right here.” She walked up behind me, and in a hugging motion, reached down and grabbed my dick through my shorts. “So, Jenny, how was your nap?” Kristen asked with the same hand motions as Rob did. “Oh the nap was good. It wasn’t very long. The nap. The nap wasn’t very long. I’m preachin’ to the choir aren’t I?”.