Whew! Thats tough! I dont think I can do that again. These old bones just dont carry you too well when you hit 62. Ernest. Youre up. 62? My dick was j...st servicing a 62 year old pussy? Jesus Christ! If that goddamn thing wasnt buzzing in my asshole Id be limp as a noodle! I feel Ernests mouth on me again. Hes got me in his throat and hes making this gagging noise. I feel the thing in my ass move just a little and the buzzing settles down another notch. Ernest begins applying the lube to my. I could not believe a place existed and I saved the newspaper. To make a long story short, I arranged with my employer to have me take a business trip to San Francisco a few weeks later after my discovery. I finally arrived in SF and I found the theatre. I remember walking past the entrance, twice, but did not have the balls to walk in. There was traffic on Post Street in front of the theatre and people would stare at you to see if you would actually walk in. I was nervous and I didn’t want. Don’t get me wrong, his charms failed to sway me. I did everything I could to get him to see the error of his ways but things came to a head at the end of one Friday meeting. I’d been briefing the troop on a night hike we were going to take part in on the Saturday evening. I expected the Patrol Leaders to take notes and act responsibly. As usual Steve was laughing and joking, making silly comments and generally larking around. “Steve, I hope you have been paying attention to the briefing as. "I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. Everyone seemed to enjoy breakfast. Sarah and Hop were going into town for a little shopping. Sarah made a point of telling Eve that they would be gone for at least two hours but that she, Eve, could get in if she wanted to rest. She and Eve grinned at each other like women do when sharing something.They left and we were sitting on the porch as the grand kids ran off breakfast. Eve had claimed the love seat again and wrapped herself in my arms. I.