I hate it when that happens.“Nice and cool in here, isn’t it?” He said in a voice that was slightly louder than a whisper.“Thank God,” I ans...wered. “I thought I was gonna melt outside. Hottest summer in years.”“You’re not from around here, are you?” he said, more a statement than a question.“Oh but I am,” I said back. “It’s just that now that I’m an old fart the heat affects me more.”“You don’t look very old. How old are you?”A man after my own heart. “Thirty-nine,” I said. “Going on 70.”He. Then, one knee at a time, she knelt in front of him. ‘I want your cock, please,’ she said. ‘Oh boy! Oh boy,’ Mickey said as he wrestled with the snaps holding the top and bottom half of the outfit together. In moments, some very ordinary short-covered legs emerged. Just as quickly, the shorts dropped from the legs, revealing a very aroused and quite substantial cock. I don’t know what was more exciting to me, watching Mickey doing it or watching Ashley in action. Both were exciting in their own. ”“Newel? Why?” I asked.“This is the first Monday of the month. It’s your regular monthly appointment.”“Damn, Riley. How could I forget that?” I’d been seeing Newel Roberts, one of Seattle’s finest heart surgeons at least once a month since my heart attack last March. I must be getting pretty pre-occupied with this case. I didn’t even realize it was Monday. “Well, I’m glad you remembered. Thanks, Riley.” I looked at her. She was still a little ticked off at me for the whole Saturday night. All I know for sure was that after entering her mouth, her tongue, lips, and teeth were never still, they were all busy, and then she was drinking down my milky offering. I didn’t go soft, I don’t think I could have if my friend’s ugly nun Sister Mary Margaret Murphy-O’Toole had walked in and snapped her ruler on my dick. I would have still been like an iron bar, ready for the finale. Barb moved around on the couch and spread herself wide. I grabbed a pillow I used for sleeping on the couch,.