These Young Kids Can’t Touch the Golden Years
I’m 62 years young, a former Marine and unlike most men my age I don’t go around ogling the young women. I have no fascination, want or desire as a so-called “fogy” to, as the kids say these days, “tap that”. I want a woman who craves a man who has done a lot of living and isn’t afraid to admit that he has got a lot more living to do! I’m as swanky as I was 40 years ago. Other old fogies simply lay down and wait for the Grim Reaper to come by and whisk them away to the pearly gates. Let me tell you one thing – this old fogey only has one real desire (aside from waking up alive tomorrow morning) and that is parting the pearly gates of a vine-ripened woman.
Being old does not mean you are dead. You might move a little slower and it might take a little longer to fire off a round but you will eventually get there and when you do you can sound the alarm and wait for the fireworks to ensue. The women may be a bit more wrinkled and things may not be quite where they are but once they get their hands on you there will be decades of information that can be shared of a most sexual nature.
The golden years can be filled with a lot of erotic pleasures. What have you got to lose? Your life’s all but at an end anyway so you might as well spend your waning years going out with a bang (if you get my meaning). When I sink my hard cock into a pussy of a woman with experience it makes me throb with the utmost of anticipation. I can feel her folds gripping me tightly and she knows the same as I do that we can do anything we want to without any of the consequences and filling a woman to the hilt is exactly what this man’s army taught me!
Agnes, God rest her soul, was a young 70 year old. She loved life to the very end and I take her thrill of every day with me when I go to bed at night and when I get up in the morning. She had blonde hair and was lucky enough to never have to color it. She stayed fit and youthful in despite of her years and in the bed you had to look out because she had the agility of a 20 year old and the curiosity of a virgin. She introduced me to a lovely tool known as a sex swing. It may seem like a young man’s game but when she would sit in the swing with her legs up it made me hard as a rock. She would push herself back using my body as leverage. I would have to brace myself because she would come swinging back, lined up and ready for me as she would come ramming on to my rod penetrating her deep. I could never hold out long for her and would explode my load all over her waiting body – but she never complained.
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