He said. “You gotta sprinkle a little gunpowder on your oatmeal, see. If you do, you’ll live to nice ripe old age.”So, the young cowboy did this...religiously every day, and sure enough, lived to be the nice ripe old age of 96.When he died, he left behind 4 children, 8 grandchildren, 15 great-grandchildren ... and a 16-foot hole in the wall of the crematorium.Bad Mom?“Can you pleasehold my hand?” A mother asks her son: “Anton, do you think I’m a bad mom?”Son: “My name is Paul.”✧ ✧ ✧After the. He asked me if I would care to dance. I love to dance so I accepted. We danced through several songs, a slow song began and we moved closer together. As he held me close I suddenly recalled the many times I had seen him sleeping on my sofa in his boxers. I flushed at the thought of having seen his raging hard-on bulging inside his underwear. More especially, the times when his huge purple cock lay swollen and hanging outside of his shorts. The song ended and we returned to the booth. We chatted. This would be the first time my wife fucked another man without me in the room, not to mention the first time she would fuck for money.My wife dressed as he requested: a classic black cocktail dress, black thigh highs, and heels. We arrived at his suite on time and had drinks and made small talk. Overall, we were pleasantly surprised with how nice and grounded this older gentleman was. Yes, he ultimately wanted to pay to fuck my wife, but you could tell he was also interested in us as a couple.. Then he massaged the nipple with his teeth, pushing it up and down between his teeth, letting them touch ever so lightly so it didn't hurt. Ben went back and forth between my breasts like that, leaning forward and kissing my collarbone and nipping at my neck intermittently. It felt wonderful.Another sensation, though, ended up driving me over the edge. My legs hung over the edge of the bed and were forced apart by Ben's feet. While he was grinding in me, I all of a sudden felt Max nudge his.