So here I am, looking up for a second at my reflection in the mirror, contemplating how in the fuck I have arrived at this point after 53 years of life. Standing beside my bed, looking down at my cock slicing into the perfectly round, smooth ass of this delectable 21 year old blond, while she pulls mightily on my sheets clutched in her fists, groaning and squealing with each thrust. Amazing. My age and fucking this girl young enough to be my granddaughter. And she’s loving it.
I haven’t always felt so lucky. When my wife of 26 years was diagnosed with cancer life pretty much sucked. She was my perfect partner. A lady in company, a whore in bed. The first one to be naked, a total free spirit. She was more experienced than I when we met as babies, I was 21, she was 19. We grew up together. She loved picking up a girl at a bar, seducing her, then taking her home and showing her what two tongues, four hands, a cock and a pussy could do. We built a great business, a beautiful home, hiked, mountain biked, camped, traveled, had a wonderful life together. When she passed I felt like my life was over. I spent a year trying to drink myself to death, flying down the trails on my bike, hoping I would take out a tree and end the pain. Finally, with the support of some great friends, I pulled myself up and resumed living, getting out and meeting a few women, trying to fill the huge hole in my heart.
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