She was in tears listening to him but at his advanced age, she knew she would lose him to the heavens before long. She agreed to his request but only ...if he would have one last night of passion with her. After their talk, she left him to rest and she went to prepare for their final night together.She found a silken nightgown to wear for him this night. It was of aged white silk with an open lace covering her magnificent breasts he had suckled at in his younger years. The sides where split to. The big difference is that most girls don’t show the same outward sign that you do, but we have the same kind of sexual tension release as you do. And yes, we get horny like you do; the big difference is that we don’t have a cock to come to attention that tells the world you are ready.”“So, how do I know when a girl wants to get fuc --- I mean wants to make love?” I asked in awe.“That’s just something you will have to pick up on your own, but generally, she will let you know by how she is. That’s when she started to buck. He was braced for large protests, and lots of muffled screams, but then it dawned on him, that although she was moving, she was also moaning. She was moving against his hand, not away.“So you’re an ass girl are you?” he said, chuckling. “You like that?” He rotated his finger, before he started plunging it in and out. He took her long, broken moan, and gasp as an affirmative.He took his finger out. It was time for more fun. She protested, but was soon moaning. ‘Huh?’ he said, startled briefly, as he returned from wherever his mind had taken him through the galaxies of stars. ‘You look like you’re a million miles away!’ She scooted herself around in front of his drawn-up legs. She sat cross-legged, resting her chin on his crossed arms where he held his knees together and caressed both his bent legs behind the shins. She stared at him with a warmth that made the cool night air around them disappear. ‘Oh, I was just feeling sorry for any man who isn’t.