This time however we were not going to be separated by air. I think he must have sensed me new found erotic feeling because he came up behind me, grab...ed my waist and pulled me in tight. I wasn’t complaining I liked this new found closeness. The feel of his hands on my body was what I was craving. I started grinding on him.I felt him get hard which only intensified my mood. He started roaming with his hands, I didn’t stop him. Started with waist and belly but soon was brushing my under boobs. It had a covering of light blond hair, I could easily see her puffy lips and where they disappeared between her thighs.“You look great!” I replied and continued to stare as she climbed onto the bed.“I am going to give you your first blow job.”I nodded my head weakly and laid down on my back.She came up on the side of me and put her hand on my cock, stroking the skin up and down a few times. I looked down and saw her lean her face over my body and place the head of my dick into her mouth. I felt. I climbed in on top and positioned my cock to enter her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her, she lent forward and kissed me.I started pounding her pussy again, while sucking on her nipples, she arched her back again after a few minutes and moaned, her pussy began to flood, she was squirting as I fucked her.I carried on fucking her until I was ready to cum, I whispered in her ear Im going to cum soon she pushed me off and told me to lay down, I did as I was told. Wondering if there was a story worth reporting, the journalist went to The Wall to check out the old man. Just as she arrived, there the old man was walking slowly up to that venerable site.The journalist stood quietly by and watched the old man pray. After about forty-five minutes, the old man turned to leave. He was using a cane and was moving very slowly. The journalist then approached the old man for an interview.“Pardon me, Sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris.