"What then?" I asked."Can I get a job?" she suggested."Job?" I asked."Office job, part time selling real estate," she suggested."You have somewhere in...mind?" I asked."Better than that I have an interview next week," she admitted."Pattie I do not, repeat not need a girlfriend!" I insisted, "That was the whole point of our deal, no hassle, I get laid, I don't get any grief, I get to concentrate on my job." But you do need someone," she insisted, "Someone to share your bed." My Porsche more. 6. The fuckers just rotate from riming, fucking, sucking, sucked and back to the fuck.Howard was first giving me a delicious long riming tongue licking my crack & may balls, then both mu ass-lips on each side of my butt-hole then tongue fucks me, believe me I am stroking with every lick.Then he moves up and just pushes his fat 7" cock with a helmet cock head just into my ass-hole feeling my small ass-crack squeeze and then wrap around his cock head, and I flinch my butt muscle milking his cock. He was suitably relieved and forever grateful to young Captain Lynch for laughing off his moment of weakness after several shots of Jack Daniels.They celebrated their escape from the boredom of marriage by an all-night session of frenzied copulation under a full moon on the beach just outside Norfolk, VA. The night was silent except for the pounding of the foamy surf and the passionate whimpers of the nubile Mary as he slammed her heart-shaped ass into the beach blanket beneath her. She was. “Okay, Gramps,” Katie answered me brightly, wheeling her toy pushchair around where I sat on a long circular bench in a broad covered walkway.“Hello, Dan, mind if I sit?”A silver-haired woman hovered next to me, holding a couple of shopping bags. Although she had changed much, the voice was unmistakable, as were those clear blue eyes.“Of course,” I replied civilly, “it’s a free country, Mrs Evans.”“I’m Connie, Dan, please?”“Sure, Connie, please forgive an irascible old man.”“A gentleman, Dan,.