Fist my cunt you fucker. Get it right up me. Oh god. Do it. Fuck me!" She went babbling on as again she shook and trembled through another orgasm. I ...hadn't curled my fingers inside her sloppy cunt and I estimated that from the part of my wrist where it disappeared inside her to my finger tip must have been twelve inches. About the length of a wine bottle! I pulled one from the box. I brought it up to her heaving cunt and rubbed it around picking up lubrication of her juices on it. When I. At the age of sixty, though I could easily pass for ten years younger, I was a slender man, six feet in height. I still had a full head of hair, though salt and pepper rather than the coal black of my younger days and pale gray eyes. I've been told, over the years, that women find me easy on the eyes. I seem to be strong for my build, often lifting loads more burly men require help with. At this moment in my life, I was rather suddenly single, having buried my wife of forty four years just. I REALLY don’t want to go back. Not today… not ever.’ He squeezed her a little tighter, pulling her closer until her right thigh touched his left thigh. She held his arm a little tighter, with both hands, and laid her head on his shoulder. She suddenly felt the need to chase one of those pesky December flies off her cheek. Lance drew a final horizontal line in the sand, then tossed the stick into the surf, startling a lone gull from its prey. ‘But you’re coming back!’ she finally said in a more. Then to the shadows he added, "You have an enchanting young daughter, Bill." Thanks, Jack," Bill Brand replied from a discrete distance."Let me give you a hand with the lower extremity supports," Dr. Greeley offered, stepping up beside his friend. "Oh, my yes," the good doctor murmured. "She is a lovely girl. They're so cute at this age, aren't they," Greeley asked rhetorically as without compunction he reached down and began to pluck gently at the slumbering youngster's wispy curls. "I simply.