..I was wearing some jeans, with boxers underneath, comfortable sandals, and a t-shirt with a jacket. It was unseasonably warm for the end of November..., so we really didn't need to worry about dealing with the cold before getting into the mall we were going to.We parked at the mall and the "girls," as I was thinking of them, immediately set off with me in tow. Oh, they clearly had a program -- but, at least for the first several hours, that program was evidently more related to material. Don’t get me wrong. If you happen to be a 95-year-old woman reading this, God bless you, you’re probably very attractive. I’m merely saying that I will probably not be in the mood for your particular brand of afternoon delight for at least another several decades. I look forward to that time when I, a 95-year-old man, find myself slapping my liver-spotted bag of bones against any set of thighs still capable for opening to me. If I’m going out, I’m going out having screwed as hard and often as. I saw his face was red, and this pleased me, and as I took his case, I kept my eyes on his, as if challenging him.I continued up the staircase slowly, as the case was larger than the wind of the stairs.I could feel his hot breath on the backs of my thighs, and this excited me, but I did nothing to stop him, and we went up to the door that was his bedroom, I pointed it out, I also thought he knew I was ripe to be fucked.I turned and caught him staring at my legs again as I turned at the door,. ********** I met Craig at my new car, he had to show me where my apartment was. We arrived outside a very swanky apartment block, he took my duffel bag and my hand as we walked to the door. I put my key in the lock and I felt like I was lost, all I have known for the past two years is The Agency. I walked inside and squeezed his hand, 'I'm scared, Craig'. I let go of his hand and put the bag on the kitchen table. 'Come with me' he said. As he walked into another room, I followed behind him into.