Her curiosity was replaced with puzzlementwhen the wrappings were finally on the floor and she could see the pictureof the box's contents. 'Sybian for...sexual gratification', it read. It lookedlike a tiny saddle on half a beer keg with a remote. Judging from the expressionof the model in the picture 'riding the keg', she didn't need to guess atwhat must be happening where the models crotch met the saddle. "Who the hell would send me such a thing",she thought. At 26 the petite high school. Doctor: What was the problem? Elderly man: Well, you I tried with my right hand...nothing. So, I tried with my left hand...nothing. My wife tried with her right hand...nothing. Her left hand...nothing. Her mouth...nothing. Then my wife's friend tried. Right hand, left hand, mouth....still nothing. Doctor: Wait a minute. You mean your wife's friend too?! Elderly man: Yeah, and we still couldn't get the lid off of the specimen. My bhabhi went into the kitchen to get something for the aunt. But I noticed some wicked smile on aunt’s face.Then I placed my hand on crotch to cover my dick. Then my bhabhi came and handed over some dishes to her. We were just waiting for her to leave so that we can start our session but she kept on talking. Guys, can you imagine how hard it’s gonna be if you’re fully aroused and got a sexy figure by your side but can’t able to fuck her. I was so disappointed though aunt looks sexy I never. The log opened up, not neatly, it’d split roughly down the middle with one hit. A voice came from behind me. ‘You know son. I asked you to cut the wood. Had I asked you to beat the wood, that’d sound just odd… you can pick up that axe now and do the job properly. I spun around, shocked I had been so stupid as to let someone see me. ‘Relax son. Im seventy years old. Stuff stopped surprising me years ago. Plus, I saw you over near the trees when I first pulled in. It’s my ears that are goin after.