I have a splendid idea. There is a magic in the sight of a female leg, which is hardly in the power of mere language to describe, to be conceived it must be felt. Mature sex As we writhed about in each other’s arms, I managed to disengage myself of my clothes and my prick began to leap and prance about between her thighs, seeking an entrance into the hospitable retreat that awaited him. Without further ado I opened the door and, as I had expected, there was the pretty little filly attired simply in a light blue cotton robe that she was very fond of wearing, especially as it had been a birthday gift from Doctor White. I look back with much enjoyment upon my memories of a boisterous youth and utterly refuse to allow my old age to be crabbed, for my recollections are to me as a fine summer’s day of much sunshine and few clouds.
