She told me I should be proud to show my 80-year-old body in public, even when other senior citizens are 'hiding'behind hip young surrogates. She said...if I was lonely, I ought to lookinto a senior retirement center. I had to laugh at that one. I toldthose places are nothing more than God's waiting room. I have visited afew of them, and they're even sadder places than before surrogates camealong. Everyone who can afford a surrie is locked in their room andtheir virtual self is out in the world.. "hehe.." he moves in back of her neck and kisses it slowly* Mmmmm.. Hehe.. he pumps his hand as he feels her bucking his hand with every pump.. kissing around the neck and around the ears. He bites his lip as he starts to moan a little as he looks at her.. he smiles as he kisses her he slides her down on the couch and releases her hand and slides her hand up and holds on to the hands of her.. he moves his self down and slides it in side of her and starts to move it back and forth he release. ‘This is Nick, he’s from… where are you from again?’ ‘Crikside.’ ‘Yeah. He… well, he woke up in this town down that street called Aftersun and -‘ ‘Okay, I get the idea,’ the woman cut in. ‘My name’s Michelle. I live in Down. I woke up in my room at Four and the whole town was empty. Then this guy picked me up in this car, pulled a gun on me and hit me with it. I came to in the trunk a couple minutes ago, and here I am.’ Nick shook his head as he tossed his butt aside. ‘You woke up at Four?’. I love the feel of the foreskin alternatively retracting and exposing the head and then covering it. Cock head nerve senses now tingling. Breathing getting erratic. Heavy. Then shallow. Senses becoming changeable. Lips dry; I lick them to moisten. I’m getting near the culmination of the pleasure plan. The peek I need. The release I desire. The sensation I crave. Throughout the process I moan and groan, purrs of pure horny delight. A whispered word of satisfaction, a guttural groan of pleasure..