I love older hung men and even older women. I was out last night at a restaurant with a bar area. I was there enjoying my Stella and this late 60's st...nning black woman sat down a stool over from me. I gave a hello she gave me the ok I see you saying hello and gave me a nice smile and turned away. We kept to ourselves for a bit. A weather update came on and I commented on it. She responded kindly and we started a somewhat chat. She was displaying some strong lesbian body language. I figured I'd. I said in my desperate voice that I would even not mind if u got seated me on an engine also, I need to get back into town by today night, and he gave me a pearly white smile and told me to hop in to the truck. I throw in my bag and get into the truck, I am a little on the heavier side but I am fit enough to get into the truck myself, I get in and settle down and he begins to move the truck, slow and steady, the truck is dimly lit on the inside and I can see photos of gods everywhere, there. There was no privacy in the convent. She shared her bare cell with a single mattress and Sister Admonition, another nun who had abandoned the temptations of the Godless world beyond, along with her hair and clothes. Her days were spent, as were the days of all the nuns, in prayer and in the service of the convent, which required all its nuns to work so that the convent would be rewarded by the remuneration for their labours otherwise owed to the material world and which permitted the convent to. We sat in the back garden and chatted for a while enjoying the sun shine on our skin. My eyes looking over his body from behind my sun glasses the khaki coloured shorts ending and showing of his mucular thighs then down to his heavy concrete covered boots lifting my eyes higher taking in his slim waist to his toned shoulders covered by a cut off t shirt showing his tattooed fore arms oh what would it feel like to have his arms wrapped around me i thought.Pete seemed different today so i asked.