E."Frankly," said the consultant as he hovered cross-legged in the air beside Paul, "you're not doing especially well for a man of your age." What do ...ou mean?" Paul asked nervously.The doctor consulted the holo-manual at eye level by his side. "You're nearly eighty years old, aren't you? That's an age that might once have been considered relatively old. We would normally expect someone of your age to be perhaps thirty to forty percent bio-plastic. But you are very nearly seventy percent.. Fook me hard as if your very life depended on it. It does, ye know.”A part of my feverish mind wondered what she meant by that odd statement. But I thrust the thought aside and rolled her over on the grass and “fooked” her for all I was worth. I hammered and pounded my way inside her like a man demented. It seemed as if we went on forever and yet it seemed we were finished almost as soon as we started. I imagine we must have wildly coupled for at least a half hour or so. I exploded inside her. I raced down and jumped to the floor and turned to see Sis dangling helplessly with her dress pulled up clear of her white cotton panties."Are you okay?" I asked with genuine concern."Yeah! Just a few scratches and wounded pride."I looked on and began to laugh as I could see her camel toe firmly etched against the cotton of her white panties."Stop gawping and get me down!" She hollered as she kicked her feet and swayed slightly above the ground. She was completely helpless and I saw an Ideal. Even thinking back to the early days of his marriage, he can't imagine Rachel's aunt ever acting in such a primal fashion. No, she would have cared too much about making a mess of her clothing and hands. In the back of his mind, he wonders where Rachel could possibly have been hiding this side to her. Like the rest of the family, he was very much of the idea that his eldest niece was a highly strung, perhaps even slightly stuck up, young woman: obsessed with her work and studies. He has never.