The velvety walls of her pussy rubbed against the sensitive head of my cock, leaving me nearly breathless.As I felt the familiar swelling in my balls,...I gripped her hips tightly. I began thrusting more forcefully, pounding against her. Each thrust brought a sharp cry of pleasure. My breathing became ragged as my entire world narrowed. I was wholly focused on the intersection of my body and hers, my cock growing even harder in her cunt.She cried out loudly now, barking with each thrust,. He then hooked her cotton panties with his two middle fingers and started them down over her abdomen, showing the beginning of her brown curly bush, to the junction of the legs and finally down her thighs to their eventual place on the floor beside the sofa. Looking down upon her fully naked body, his manhood sprang to life under his pajama bottoms and his lustful eyes seemed to glass over with desire as he slowly separated her legs out wide, exposing her full junction. He followed her musty. ” And then she took great interest asking me all about it, still stroking the cucumber in such a way I could not prevent the swelling rising to red alert in my trousers.All at once I was beginning to realise and understand that just because you are sixty five doesn't mean you are dead-pan sexually. I won't deny I have looked more than once at a girl or two, perhaps with a carnal fantasy rummaging the mind cells. Well of course I have - and don't most guys my age? Where would we be without our. ”“Maybe I should go to her home and see if she’s all right.”Rebecca’s gaze flicked from him to her computer and back. “All right...” He handed her the note and she added a street address. “Maybe I should come with you.”He regarded her and the look of sincere concern on her face. “I think not, Rebecca. If this has to do with what happened during the conference -- I think it would be better if we were alone.”“Why? What happened during the conference?”“Marcia and I ... connected.”Rebecca nodded..