Being a widower I have choice of sitting at home or being proactive and finding a woman to have fun and fuck. I know if I do not use my big cock for f...ucking now maybe in few years’ time my cock will only be good for pissing. Since then I have remained quite active and attend my social business and golf clubs. My daughter and son are living and working away and are busy with their own families. My son is now in UK soon, and my daughter is married and Texas USA. Being a widower it is quite easy. “Was this the only time she appeared to you in a dream?” I shake my head. “No, one other time she did. That time we rode horses together.” Father swivels his chair around so that he’s facing a window looking out on the fire escape next door where three potted plants look completely dead. He’s shaking a little and I think maybe he’s overcome that I’ve actually talked to St. Joan. When he turns back around, he seems to be eying my clothes carefully, rather like the sisters do to see if we’re. ” Now let’s fulfill our promise to mom. I stood up and started to undo my pants. Max just seemed to know that his new fuck toy was getting ready for him. He started licking his cock. Just like he was getting ready to go into battle. He was so excited. He barely gave me I chance to get my clothes off. I had barely gotten down on my hands and knees. And Max was on top of me. His hard boner probing all around my backside. Looking for it’s mark. So just like before. I quickly raised my bare. All I could see was the clerks' eyes light up and their reaction to something Fiona was saying. From their shy smirks and giggles, I could only assume they were talking about me.One of the clerks slowly approached me, a curiosity about her, as she introduced herself. "Hi, my name's Charlene and how are you today?"I replied in a meek voice, trying not to sound too masculine, "I'm good, thank you." That's great and how may I help you today?"I stumbled for words, not quite sure how to answer,.