.. How did I get here so fast? Where did the years go and where did my youth go?I remember well seeing older people through the years and thinking tha... those older people were years away from me and that I was only on the first hole and the back nine was so far off that I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like.But, here it is ... my friends are retired and getting gray ... they move slower and I see an older person now. Some are in better and some worse shape than me .... Lamenting the rotten luck, he replied that it would be another couple of hours at least.A minute later, his phone buzzed again. When he found a safe place to check it, he was greeted by a picture of her with the most adorable pout on her face. He recognized the decor and realized she'd shot the selfie in a mirror of the women's restroom.The girls had mirrors and hand sanitizer dispensers, while the guys were lucky if the hand dryers even worked.She looked incredible in her button-down blouse,. While I deep throated him, he'd slap my pussy, making me moan out and gurgle around his cock. He gripped my hair in his fist and pumped his cock, face fucking me. I pulled and tweaked at my nipples. His fingers were inside my soaked cunt and I jacked and licked, sucked and cried out that, "I want it. Oh fuck, I want it," willing him to cum all over my waiting tongue. He didn't disappoint. My hips worked up my own frenzy with his fingers inside my pussy. I incessantly pumped his cock and lapped. ”“Sorry,” as he put his hand on her arm, his palm smooth and a little cold. “Cold hands, warm heart,” she said.When they arrived at the poetry club, a long line of people hugged the walls of the buildings down the street. The bouncer let Claude and Amanda inside before the crowd. Already a Charlie Parker jazz tune blared from overhead speakers, the narrow hallway opening to a stage area where Claude’s former teammates turned their heads in shock and bewilderment.“How y’all doing!” said Claude.