She smiled at me again, this time with a sad look on her face. “Well Mike,” she said, “if you must know, I’ve realised I’m getting past it. ...hile I was getting dressed this morning I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe how old I looked.”Shaking my head, I smiled at her. “Should have gone to Spec-Savers,” I laughed, pinching a line from a TV advert. “You look great for someone our age.” We were both in our late sixties so neither of us were spring chickens but as I’d told her she did look. Give him what he's paid for, then leave the tedious bastard to his room bar and multi-channel TV.She was having to do pretty much all the work. Half-and-half here was going to turn out three-quarters and a quarter, because she'd used up most of the time that she'd mentally allocated him in getting him hard. "You sure you wanted a black woman?", she'd asked him at one point, breaking off some pretty skillful but unproductive friction sucking, and he'd nodded vigorously.At least when it had. She braced herself on the counter and gripped the edges tightly. He grabbed his cock and shoved deep into her, her warm, soft pussy enveloping him as he buried himself in her. He looked up at her reflection and saw a wide-eyed, mouth agape, Chelsea looking back at him. He smiled and plunged into her again, pinning her thighs to the counter as he split her with his piledriver cock. He thrust into her hard over and over, so hard that she though he might break the counter. But it held, and held. It was probably less than a minute but I couldn't be sure, when she caught her composure, gasping between sobs, "Doing this ... doing this with my hand ... it's just brought back such memories ... oh, god, I didn't mean to ruin it for you."I held her to me, she was still crying a little but she did soon calm down."Oh, Andy, I really am sorry. I just wanted you to feel good and now look what I've done." Alex, it's all right, don't worry, let's rinse off, then we can just have a nice day.