He shook his cock and started to tuck it back into his pants. It took a little work to deal with the pants.Elise said, “You don’t have to put that... away.”“It’s not very comfortable walking around with it hanging out like that,” Edwin said.“I didn’t think about that. I guess that would be kind of like walking around with my breasts hanging out,” Elise said.“That’s right,” Edwin said.She followed him back into the cabin. He washed his hands. He grabbed his travel backpack and strapped it on his. I definitely could lose a few pounds, if the dictionary defined “a few” as fifty. I had my share of gray hairs and wrinkles, too. I didn’t work out. Gyms were for pussies. Only yuppies and transplants from California jogged. I kept my manly shape the right way. I did 12-ounce curls nightly and worked in the yard or out on our ranch. I didn’t have a “dad bod,” as I had recently heard about on Good Morning America. Instead, I had what you should probably call a Grand Dad bod.Hey, at least I still. “Stop teasing me!” you protest. It seems you don’t enjoy a taste of your own medicine.Suddenly, my tongue is out, circling your lips like a bird of prey. Finally, you can’t take it, and it is you who submits, burying your hands in my hair, pulling me into your pussy and forcing your lips to kiss me back.My tongue is in you, searching for something, it seems. And just when you had forgotten my hands, they appear on your breast, pinching and tugging your ever-hardening nipples.“Ah...h…” you moan. I think John only hires women because he’s actually a bit shy around them and having an office full of women allows him the opportunity to stretch his legs a bit, well at least the middle one! But when John really does get to know a woman he can be a real charmer. He’s caring, funny, a good listener, and very easy on the eyes. John’s married though and that complicates things a bit. He and his wife live in a condo not far from the office and if she were to walk into the office at the wrong.