I take a step back and look upon your sleeping form.Once more I am reminded of how lucky I felt when we met and how deeply we fell in love.My eyes tra...vel over every inch of your body, enjoying every detail.I cannot help but play with myself for a moment, the anticipation of what is to come is very strong.The pleasure I create with a few movements of the hand is nothing compared to the ecstasy you manage to create for me but it helps me get my focus back to my task at hand.Touching your feet. It only contained my empty wallet, a much-used plastic litre bottle refilled with tap water for refreshment and half a dozen library books which I needed to return that very day to avoid any overdue fines which I couldn’t afford to pay if I left them one more bloody day.That damn heavy bag swung around my shoulder as I fell and landed right on the tip of my nose. Bastard thing! I was lying there, me, an old guy pushing 60 and every able-bodied younger bugger walking by ignoring me, or worse. She’d never guess it.“I’ll fuck you, man,” I heard myself saying.“Hell yeah,” he said, and tipped back his beer. I did the same.We actually got a motel that night. That was fun. The sleaziness of what we were doing was turning both of us on. It was awkward once we got in the room but then we got naked and just let it happen. We bought lube at a place on the way there, and condoms.And man, when I had him on his back, his pink hole right there all lubed up and ready for me to sink my fat cock. Almost tenderly, he knelt by the chair, and began to stroke my pussy with his fingers. ?Shh. Relax. You’ll love it.? He continued stroking, before unloading some lube on his index finger.Without warning, he slid a finger down to the exposed crack of my ass. ?Christine, I’ve wanted to fuck this little ass of yours ever since I laid eyes on you that day in the coffee shop.? I started to protest.?Wait?I never said yes to anal sex.?He stopped stroking, and withdrew another item out of a nearby.