They never did, though.At least not back then, that is.I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d had girlfriends, and then a wife, and a second wife. But no... I realise that if I’d put my mind to it I could have fucked more pussy than is decent.By my early fifties I’d stopped even trying to catch the eye of pretty girls — or halfway decent older women for that matter. I can’t remember the actual year women stopped looking back when I gave them the eye but stopped they had.Then one day, when I was. So, lets start from the beginning.“Look, CK that lady is whacked!”“Really, maybe you are the one who needs to be whacked!” CK Delhi stated.These were the utterances of one Charlotta King High’s talkative flag girl who just happened to have the best bottom in school. And, when she wore the tight red short-shorts as she was now just, ahead of him, he could see her visible panty line of the band color-guard member. CK took in her tall stature of the blonde in her white ankle boots each with large. Linda held her hand between my dick and her pussy for a moment then let go.The girl was very eager and started to fuck me hard. Her cums began quickly and each was harder than the last. As she paused between them her pussy jolted around my dick in spasms.Soon I was grunting hard trying to hold back my cum but was fast loosing the battle. The k** noticed and quickly dismounted me and turned her body into a sixty nine over me. I started to cum into her mouth the instant her pussy reached mine. I. I got off on their orgasms, because I couldn’t have my own.It was all meaningless. I only loved Tommy. He was single at one point, so I got together with him for a few months of bliss.I set a date on the calendar, and told him that was our limit. Tommy accepted my conditions, but when the time came it ripped my heart in two. I was desperate, I needed to do something, I needed a lover. Not to have orgasms, just to feel against myself, a warm body, and maybe a penis that emitted tasty semen.So I.