With deft precision, Dawsonremovedthe needles from around her sex and then gently patted her tender labia withhis hand. Kelly winced as he patted her....The pain from the earlier therapy withthe belt and the sensitivity caused by the needles and the electricity, togetherwith the natural sensitivity experienced in that region after an orgasm,made his attentions all the more excruciating. He stood up and turned his attention to the needles in her breasts.These he removed quickly and with no great. I could feel his manhood covered by his clothes under my palm. Making sure not to wake him up, I tried to grip his tool, but failed. Tried again, but of no use. I then sensed his breathe becoming hot and fast and faster. I sensed him being awake all the while.Upon raising my head, I was horrified seeing him looking at me in ease. The fact that I was caught red handed trying to grope a stranger’s tool, that too a tool of a man double my age multiplied the heat in me. The moment I saw into his. I was included in that number, by the by, which officially (and clearly) made me an ‘old fart’ — despite my holding onto the absurd notion that I was still somehow just twenty one. I have to say now, looking back on that none too subtle matriculation that the whole ‘getting old’ thing was beginning to make me vaguely uncomfortable. Too old to be retrained on a new type, but still too young to retire, at least that’s what they told me. Disposable is a better descriptive when you find yourself in. Hmm seems like I got a real good chance to make my dream come true. In the evening at 5.30 I was her at place. She was wearing a light green salwar and man she looked real gorgeous. We spoke about general things, joked for a while. We didn’t know that the time was 9.00 and it was then that I said “what do u want for dinner”…she said she will make some dosa and she went to the kitchen and we had real good dosa.All the while talking I was looking at her breast, which were inviting.We were sitting.