She was scared but somehow aroused. Her puss was getting moist, she was aware of goose bumps on the bare skin beneath her knee length skirt between th... tops of her hold up stockings and the edge of her skimpy panties.She glanced at her watch.“Ok you win, lets do it, in my puss Ok?” she conceded.“Excellent choice madam, roll your pantihose down.” he suggested.“Hold ups,” she said, “Just ease my panties aside.”She couldn’t believe she just said that.“Sure doll,” he replied.He dropped his Levis. My wife beginsto take off her undershirt when she bites her lip and Ilook back at the road with one hand on the wheel and theother on her leg. I feel her hand, her elongatedfingernails painted green for the occasion, stretch outand scratch against my pants on my leg moving closer tothe center of my lap. I glance at her from the corner ofmy eye and see that coy and needy look on her face asher eyes are bolted onto the bulge in my pants. Her handcontinues to wander.You could hear the buzzing of. ‘Heard that one before too, huh?’ I mumbled. ‘So, Dan, who’d you vote for?’ I queried, trying to steer clear of the lawyer joke miasma. Well, no sooner had I launched my innocent obligatory conversational opening than did our resident angry (relatively) young man go ballistic. His eyes bulged and his face reddened as he snapped his scowling visage to face me. ‘Are you insinuating that there is something humorous about my political views?’ he growled, menacingly. Really. Menacingly. ‘Why, of. Right... if I live to be 130.I still think and feel like I'm in my early 30's but my experiences are always pointing towards "dirty old man" territory now. I haven't changed a bit, but everybody else has just gotten sooo freaking young lately. EVERYBODY.The first time I realized I may really be a dirty old man ("D.O.M." for short), I was 45 and in a nightclub in Las Vegas, sort of a "disco themed" place that had stages, loud music and beautiful women dancing all over the place. There was a.