’ After a few minute of cock play between my lips and tongue I was ready to be fucked and fucked hard by this young man. Tom calmly but sternly tol... me to get on the bed. I began to crawl on doggy style but he stopped me and asked that I lay on my back so he could see my face as he entered me. I was disappointed because I love being fucked hard doggy style. But I gladly did as he asked and rolled to my back, spread my legs and exposed my pussy for Tom to do as he wished. My disappointment. Even that is too old. Government should be left to the young, the compassionate, the caring. As old people, we’re frightened to let go of the control and give it to the young. Why? Because we’re afraid the young will treat the old like we have treated them. Of course, I’ll feel different when I’m eighty again.Already, I’m feeling the pressure to let Peyton go. I could feel it even in Mom when I held her last night. Aside from our emotions and attachment, Pey’s life is considered moot. She. ”“Weird? Why weird?” I couldn’t quite make out her tone of voice. Was she cross? Upset? Disappointed?“Yeah. I mean, I like you. I like you a lot, and I’ve really enjoyed doing things with you. Karen is a delight and a joy. I didn’t want to lose your friendship, which is why I came to see you.” We began walking again.“But?” Her grip on my hand loosened a little and moved in that way which says, ‘I think I’d like you to let go of my hand, please.’ I didn’t let her go. “You’re a lady, Gillian.. " I responded as they left the room.I filled the glasses and sat back down again, from upstairs I heard the sounds of them moving about, then there was silence. A few moments later I swore I heard a cry, but put it down to my imagination. Ten minutes later the pair of them returned, they both looked flushed and I noticed that one of the buttons on Tina's blouse was undone. Hiding my surprise at the thought that passed through my mind I smiled up at them. Martin held out a package, as did.