My cock began to swell as I watched this elegant lady stroking herself…this is one of my favorite erotic turn-ons; watching a woman masturbate. My w...fe used to do this for me once in a while when we were first married and experimenting, but she has not done it for years. As I watched, my cock grew harder, and I found myself taking it out and slowly stroking; my eyes were glued to Margaret’s stroking hand. After just a few minutes, her body was tensing and her legs were apart, knees up and toes. Us old farts either sit around mumbling to ourselves, or we talk too much,” I explained as I got out of her car.“You sometimes talk too much,” Bitsy said as she drove away.I wonder what that was really about, I thought to myself. Nobody ever accused me of being ‘with it’, whatever it was.I arrived home slightly over an hour later. I stopped by little Caesar’s rather then go directly home. Since it was the only thing they had ready, I bought a pepperoni pizza.For a change I drove to the caboose. Par tabhi Sanju mere kaan me dheere se bola.Sanju – Mujhe andar nhi bulaogi kya ?Fir main dheere dheeere Sanju ko apne ghar me andar le gyi. Maine uski chapal bahar hi nikalwa di. Kyoki ye andar awaj kar skati thi, fir maine use dheere dheere uper apne room me le kar gyi. Whan ja kar maine use bed par bithaya aur khud bathroom me ghus gyi.Maine bathroom me jaldi se apna muh dhoya, aur apne kapade maine change kar liye. Kapade change karne ke baad maine acha sa perfume laga liya. Fir main bahar. I've never been able to father any, having had an accident when I was in my early teens, thus rendering my reproductive capabilities moot.Without kids though, I was able to devote my time to both my job and my wife. Eleanor was a wonderful woman. She never complained about not having any children. Hell, with all the kids in the neighborhood, it was as though we did. She was simply 'Grandma' to all of them. She'd bake cookies, cook cakes, always have ice-cold lemonade in the fridge whenever they.