I feel I,m only about forty till my body says otherwise. Sometimes my poor neglected “Old Soldier” feels about eighteen, other times he just hangs... there dejectedly and barely pisses. Just wish my wife still had her sexual desires. She also looks younger than her real age, but that,s no help as because of health problems with her heart and chronic arthritis in her knees she no longer is interested in any form of sex and gets rather frustrated because of her limited mobility. With me it,s sexual. His smile was gorgeous, rare as it was, and his tenderness with June Bug and Emily had brought tears to her eyes. She remembered that dangling penis he was so unconcerned about as he stood, naked, in front of five grown women.She began rubbing again. This time she was going to cum until she was too tired to stay awake.Back in Milleson House Mavis lay with her eyes tightly closed, the vision of Bobby's penis clear in her mind's eye. She'd almost forgotten what an adult phallus looked like. Her. Her eyes moved around the bus as if to silently cry out for somebody to help her, but the now emptying bus's passengers seemed completely oblivious to her plight. Over the next couple of minutes a further set of hands had grabbed Heather's wrists and cuffed them behind her before finding their way inside her t-shirt in search of her breasts. The original imaginary hand was now free to get back to work on Heather's jeans and duly began to unzip them.Only they weren't being unzipped. Heather. I nodded. He smiled warmly and took my hand. Very well. Come it is time for dinner. He stood me up and led me back down to the dining hall. Walking down the hall I felt compelled to make conversation. So uh, did you sleep well? Yes, quite well actually. Usually Im restless and I simply toss and turn but something about you finally being near me, I felt finally able to sleep. I started to blush. And then I asked him a question that had been racking around in my brain all day. So…when you make me.