Now, my landlord, Michael, is a big, heavy set, swarthy Italian man, with a nice beer gut, and is covered with hair on his chest and belly. He also ha... a nice fur bush around his thick cock. Yes, it's a nice thick cock, about nine inches long, cut, with a firm, yet spongy pinkish head. I began working on it with my velvet lips, and it started to stiffen up and fill out. For a guy about my age, (50) his dick still jutted upward at a forty five degree angle. Man, you know that's the surest sign. I don't evenknow how many corpses in the eighth car, looks like they were choppedup, we need security here."Crap.I got ready to draw my blade, but then I heard shouting from outside.The two that had gotten in the train car jumped out and went of to seewhat it was. There was cursing, and fighting. Dammit, the war hadn'tfollowed me, had it? I drew my sword and rushed out the car after theother two.It was worse than I thought. It wasn't the war that had followed me. Itwas him.He was one hundred. Getting behind the wheel, Tim said, "I've got all this stuff in the front seat, why don't you two get in the back?"Sara slid in the back and Pete followed, sitting very close to her. He leaned over and whispered, "I think you're beautiful." She offered no resistance as he softly nuzzled her ear and cupped her breast. He moved his hand to her leg and pushed her skirt up to mid-thigh, then higher. She closed her eyes and leaned back, enjoying the feeling of excitement that coursed through her.Tim. It seems that I’ve allowed her to think that I will do anything you people ask of her but it isn’t so. What we share in our bedroom is ours and ours alone, even if a lot of it comes after she has shared herself with you. In my eyes there isn’t a woman in this room or any other room that holds a candle to her. I was faced years ago with the choice to accept her insatiable hunger for sex or to turn her loose knowing I would never again meet someone like her. I chose to accept it and surprisingly.