"Shit! Damn it, that was close". He made it to the road and started driving home. He took all the old back roads to insure safer passage then turned d...own Farm Road 7845, the final stretch before home. His car started to swerve a bit and if the flashing lights and sirens from the police car riding his ass hadn't been turned on he would have passed out."License and registration, sir?" Clare sighed, knowing he was probably to drunk to even remember his own name. Clare was new on the force, having. I decided that I ought to see what it was.Listening a bit more, I decided that it seemed to be coming from the direction of the conference room, so I started over that way.Sure enough, as the nearer to the conference room door I got, the more clearly I could hear the noise.And, even before I opened the door, I realized what it must be.It was the sound of a little afternoon delight — some illicit intercourse on company time.I couldn’t believe it — after all of those Penthouse letters I’d read,. Now, the women I chase are almost always 50 -69. yeah, I know, some of you may think that's great because you're into GILFs, and others may wonder how someone can screw old bags, but I'm quite selective, and there's plenty of attractive ones out there. So ... where's the bi angle come in? Well, a few years back I had a woman that was 64 that wanted me (and I wanted her) but her husband (69 and could no longer get hard) was going to watch. Well, our first date was just the two of us (at my. "Thank God, mom!" The tide was slowing coming in and the sand bar that she sat upon appeared to be slowly sinking beneath her. Her son moved his arms beneath her shoulders and lifted her. "Come on, mom. Let's get back to the Sarah Jane." Years ago, her husband had named his sailboat in honour of his wife.That had been before.Sarah tried to help her son and wrapped an arm about his shoulder, yet fear disabled her almost completely. It had been much like this for the last few weeks; her fifteen.