‘Hello to you too.’ She gave me her car keys and we walked a few steps to a dark blue Jaguar. ‘I cant drive that! It’s like putting a pony clu... member on a racehorse.’ ‘Don’t be wet. It virtually drives itself and I need to read.’ Reluctantly I got in the driving seat and studied the controls. It felt like a ‘plane’s cockpit. The leather seats were snug and there were only two pedals. I’d never driven an automatic before. Lana already had a file open on her lap and had donned a pair of reading. Sure enough it was a silver daddy day.I turned up, paid my money and got myself ready. I wondered the maze of corridors, rooms and cabins. The crowd was older, just as I like it, and it was obvious they didn't give a fuck. There was zero attitude. People just wanted fun and made sure they had it. I met up with a thin, hairless grandpa on the top floor. He had a lovely uncut cock. I hadn't cum for about a week before the trip so I knew I wanted someone to take my load in their mouth. I usually. There had also then been that time with Justin! Having hiddenin a wardrobe watching him make love to Sally Anne it haddeveloped into him admitting he was bi-sexual and ended up withhim having sex with me.Clearly Charles had no idea I was a man and hence sex was not inthe question but was kissing a man acceptable? My dilemma seemedso insolvable. If you accept that Sally Anne and I have a fairlyopen relationship where we have alternative partners then thefact that I am with another person is not. Angela was screaming with joy and pain as her tiny anus became the torrid playground for Jack’s slamming cock. Again and again he jammed his manhood into Angela’s nether hole until his circular penetrations triggered his own climax. With a howl of triumph his baby batter erupted deep into Angela’s young anus like a jet stream of water out of a power washer. More and more of his essence filled the youthful slut until at last he flopped out of her spent and satisfied. Jack lost track of how many.