This was usual for us and the kiss did not mean action was on its way… never. This was different though. I started growing against her pussy and sh... tolerated this for a few moments before breaking the kiss. At that point, when she broke of, I was standing at forty-five degrees hard. I looked at her, she looked at me and I asked her, “So, what do you suppose I do with this now?” She smiled, looked down, smiled again and just shrugged before reaching for the soap. Before she could close her. ” She quickly left the room. She was not there as I took the last swallow.She came back into the kitchen wearing a robe and her hair wet.“You didn’t make it.”She quickly got me another beer and threw the empty bottle away.“Go get my belt.”She started crying, “Please, Don’t.” She begged.“I won’t ask again.”She left and came back holding my leather belt. I took it from her. I spun her around and jerked off her robe. She was wearing panties.“You have the nerve to wear panties? Fucking whores don’t. The clockwork head did not squish. Instead Jackson's foot slipped out sideways, twisting his ankle. He fell off and landed in an ungainly heap right in front of the advancing clockwork metal head. It did not stop. Heavy metal feet crunched down on Jackson, first breaking his legs, then crushing his vertebrae to powder, before finally shattering his skull like an egg.It was as painful as it sounded.The unseen figure slapped a scaly hand against its forehead."Oh my, you really are stupid," it. ..I love mustard.I had no napkin.I licked it off.It was not mustard.No man ever put a baby down faster.It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding out.With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do, only I did it on my tongue.Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife said, “Now you know why they call that fancy mustard Poupon”.When you stop laughing, pass it on.This one is from John A.No one believes seniors ....