If I had been sober I would have known it wasn't him, but my drunken state made me get up and walk to the door under his instruction in just my near-n...ked state.I opened the door and turned around and bent over and pushed my ass towards him standing in the doorway allowing him to see my sexy ass and take advantage of me. The issue was it turns out it wasn't him as he was just playing me up on the webpage.It was the shopkeeper who just stood there looking at me in stockings and suspenders, my. I clearly passed his scrutiny and was ushered up to their suite where I was introduced to Kirstie; a petite woman with a faded evidence of good looks in her prime but having worn well for what I guessed was someone in her late seventies or early eighties. Given Stan’s obvious liberty with his age this came as no surprise to me and anyway knocking a few years off ones age is a common device in the swinging worldA slightly awkward conversation followed hampered by Kirstie’s significant hearing. She sucked and pumped up and down, savoring the taste, texture, and size. Once she felt relaxed and comfortable, she began working the shaft into her mouth. As her lips gradually slipped down the shaft, the massive cockhead shoved ever deeper into the back of her mouth. When it finally met resistance, there was still an inch or two between her lips and fingers. Cindy felt sure she could take much more. Gagging, she knew, was an involuntary reflex that could sometimes be controlled. Since he left his hometown he’d lost contact with his nieces and nephews that were forever trying to shinny up his leg or get him to whirl them around in circles, and he had no friends here that had children. Truthfully he didn’t have any good friends here. As a matter of fact, the kids were one of the things he missed most about Middleburg, but on the other hand, he loved the warmer winters and ample fishing streams in the area. He moved to Winston-Salem, NC to take a programming job for a.