“I just read this article in the paper, which says that 75% of men over the age of 50 are grumpy. Apparently they whine and complain about almost ev...erything.” “That seems like an accurate enough description to me. Very good research.” “What about boring – am I boring as well?” “Well, yes, I suppose you are actually.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. How could I, the most intelligent, witty man in the city of Glasgow, possibly be boring? I stroked my bearded chin for reassurance. You. I work nights as a freelance writer as well as a designer.. This story starts last night around 2am last night. My roommate HS came home with a girl who he picked up from a bar he frequents. Brief introductions were made as I was catching up on the late night news and was getting ready to get into "work mode" in the living room. Fast forward about 30 minutes and as I was writing, I couldn't help but get distracted by the moaning and screaming coming from HS' room. The banging of the bed against. " You know that mommy's cunt is special . . . kneel and kiss it."It was like she was all women, a goddess, and I needed to worship her. I knelt, my face inches from her beautiful mound. Her lush, dark brown bush, flecked with gray, was full and just barely trimmed. I looked up, over the swell of her tummy. She smiled down at me, as if to say, "Good boy." I watched as she removed her bra, freeing her magnificent large breasts. I put my hands on her bare ass. "Yes," she whispered. I leaned. The cottage was so beautiful both inside and out with its beams and old open log fire, you put the bags down and walk over to me once again taking my hand and looking deep into my eyes, then we kiss, it was a kiss of passion and a kiss longed for by both and a kiss which stirred with in me the feelings of want and desire. ‘Lets go for a walk before we eat?’ I suggest, ‘its only 8:00PM,’ Your reply is that of a smile and we walk out the cottage and down to the beach, the sound of the sea is so.