"And no pain." Billy laughed. It was a cheerful, notrueful or cynical, laugh. I have no interest in pain, but I knew that somepeople associate pain wi...h sexual pleasure. Billy must have made thatassociation in his mind."I know all the pop psychological explanations of my obsessions." Hesaid. "But I've been looking for something for years. And this may be it." Can you believe we are a group of almost elderly men, who are acting liketeenagers in heat?" I asked."Ain't it wonderful!" Billy said. I laid back with my feet on the floor. Legs spread with her between them sucking my cock and massaging my balls. Then the magic happened, I shot a load and her her gulp. She did not stop the suck or the movement of the head ad tongue. She kept going until i said that was fine, you can stop now.I helped her get up and into the bed. I kissed her neck and sucked her breast some. She told me they once were nice and full. She had complements on them. She was not a fat woman at all, i would guess. "There is a lot of non-clientele work thathappens in a salon. We have to wipe down each station after everyclient, sweep up the hair off the floor, clean and sanitize theequipment, wash and dry the towels and robes, and even though we cleanour own stations and take turns with the other jobs; it means less timewith paying customers. Another beautician might help with those non-paying jobs, but would also mean fewer clients for each of them. A maidhowever, especially an unpaid one at that, would. .. my Lord no more”“Okay, Jon and Julie, the chorus now!”“I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord, I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord, I ain’t gonna grieve my Lord no more!”With Vee and Fred taking turns at starting each line, we went through many more verses; I can remember some of them still:“Oh you’ll never get to Heaven ... on a ping pong ball ‘Cos a ping pong ball ... is much too smallOh you’ll never get to Heaven ... in a baked bean tin, ‘Cos a baked bean tin’s ... got baked beans inOh you’ll never get to.