I don’t get rogered any more, not even a playful tweak of my always erect nipples, he seems to have lost his mojo and that must have been about ten ...ears ago.I can enjoy my body, beside the ravages of being in my seventies. My jowls are drooping, my expensively creamed and lotioned skin can’t prevent the myriad of wrinkles round my eyes and mouth. I refuse surgical help. Hair, if I didn’t control it can be seen fuzzily on my cheeks, sprouting out of my ears and down my nose and even a couple. “I wish I had a vibrator,” whispered Xavier. “You'd be screaming right now.” Janet was bathed in sweat now. The ropes around her ankles were tight, and kept her legs just far enough apart to make her feel vulnerable. His fingers gently pinched the wet flesh in a rhythmic way, and Janet was about out of her mind. Xavier was right. If she had brought her vibrator, she would be screaming right now. But since she didn't have it, she wouldn't have a release, and she was so close. Xavier turned her. Rod motioned for Molly to start with him toward the elevator, and they quickly found themselves alone inside the compartment as the doors shut behind them and they began to ride up to the penthouse floor where he'd booked a large luxurious suite for the entire next 24 hours. Rod reached over for Molly and she quickly moved into his arms, allowing him to reach over and cup her full C-cup breast through her dress. Molly wanted to melt, having this total stranger touch her body was overwhelming.. We lay there for a while, not trading a word, just laying in each other'sarms and coming to terms with the amazing thing that we had just done.Finally I broke the silence, "Well Brit, you never told me that you werea squirter, I thought I had been hit with a hose."That made her turn red, but got the desired reaction. "Its embarrassing,the first time it happened I thought I had peed on the guy, it wasn'ttill later that I realized that I was squirting." Well let me just say that was hot, one.