I used to fantasise about it when I was in bed, very often when I was teasing my clitty with my wet fingertips. I can honestly say that I felt hornier...in my sixties than I had ever felt.The writing on the walls in the mechanics' toilet was very explicit. Did I find it offensive? Not at all, I even enjoyed looking at the crude drawings, usually when my knickers were around my ankles and I was enjoying a heavy piss. I had from time to time considered leaving my fresh off knickers on the peg. It gets his juices flowing. I can do the same to you if you’d like.” I just shook my head back and forth.“You won’t know for sure until you’ve tried it. You might find that you like it.”I couldn’t imagine wanting that done to me. Bondage I liked, but to be punished like that? I didn’t think so. And besides, I only had Marvin’s word for Julius liking it. I could ask him at work some time when we were together with no one else to hear.There weren’t any other sounds for what seemed like a couple. Neither one of us were wearing a bra and she lifted up on my breasts to feel their weight. She said she was convinced now she was getting a set of these like mine. Giggling we jumped on the bed to lay next to each other. We continued kissing and exploring each other. Her breasts were soft with big prominent nipples. I kissed her neck moving down so I could suck on them. She moaned softly as I pulled on one then the other. As I moved down her flat stomach I pulled her lace thong down and off.. . .or more?". That about did it for my focusing ability and I left for lunch a little early. I met him at my house and had about 30 mins before needing to get back to work. Standing in front of me, in my living room, was the man and his cock that I fantasize about several times a week. Both of us naked in less than a minute, his cock, an inch from my mouth, seemed extra large & hard today. How long had it been? About a year since we had physical contact - hot emails and phone sex not counting.