“I like a bit of ogling now and then, even a bit of leering heh heh,” she chuckled., picking up a bucket and placed it next to the stud. She was c...rainly a woman of the world in her repartee. She grabbed a wet, soapy towel from the bucket and proceeded to wash the quivering horse cock, hanging before her. Pulling it out as it had receded halfway back into it’s sheath. She looked over towards me, judging me, appraising me and my reactions. I appraised her fabulous elderly body, baearing mind I. My various fantasies were created over a span of five decades and over the years, no matter how hard I tried to hide this fact from my partners, eventually I was found out, oftentimes with devastating results.Until recently I had never found anyone with whom I felt comfortable enough to share my innermost secrets, however I was able to subtlety steer some of my previous lovers into some wilder unabashed moments and although these interludes were viewed enjoyable at that moment, they were either. "And you love me. That's all that matters."In his apartment, she walked around looking at things again."I can't remember seeing these things before last night," she said, reaching out to stroke an Indian pot he'd bought on a trip to Arizona. "But I feel right, here. It just feels right."She came to him and kissed him. She didn't rub her pelvis against him, this time."Take me to bed, Bob," she whispered into his mouth."I want to," he moaned."I know what you were afraid I'd remember," she said.. The sun felt good on my chest. Two or three times, cars had pulled into the carport across from the pool, and I opened my eyes to see if it was Carla, but, each time, it was someone else. It was five thirty when I decided to give it up and try it another day. I didn't want to leave her a note to call me, because I was curious about how she looked now. I was finishing putting my shirt back on when I saw her pulling into her parking space.The first thing that I noticed was that she had cut off.