Then, he dressed in a black fishnet minidress. He put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt over it before throwing pink heels into a backpack.Lonnie was n...w retired as a music teacher from another state, then he chose to move here to work as store manager for a discount retail chain so he would not need to touch his pension for a few years. He selected this town because of its proximity to Army base. Right before moving here, he had flown to Argentina and gotten breast augmentation and a butt. I even managed to be demure when Kev asked if I would mind if Jon came along. I shyly suggested that we could all share a room to save us travel costs during the trip . . . . Kev pulled his 30-second wonder stunt every evening, and Jon would then delight the be-jeeziz out of me for the rest of the night, for that whole blissful trip. Our son Jon was fourteen years old when I confessed to Kevin what had happened. By that age it was obvious whose son Jon was. He was the spitting image of his. ’ ‘I can’t promise anything,’ she warned, laughing as she ran toward her house. I could still feel her arms around me and her lips on mine as I went to get my smock. ‘All right,’ I said, to the mass of clay before me. ‘Are we ready to get this done?’ I was grateful for the tool set she’d purchased for me. The seemed so easy and natural to use, that in no time at all, I was done with the shape of things to come. Now, it was time for detail, detail, detail. Every time I caressed a portion of. I couldn't believe she wanted to be with me. “Please make love to me. I need to feel loved.” She was practically begging me to love her. This beautiful girl wanted an old geezer like myself to love her. Again, my dick was hard in my boxer shorts. I was more turned on then ever. Betsy got off of me and I stood up and removed my boxer shorts. We both sat on the bed. She put her hand on my cock and stroked me from the bottom of my shaft to the tip of my head. Her hands felt amazing on my dick..