Enjoy your old age in peace!

Endocrinologists say that we begin to age from the age of thirty-one and when we reach a little more than twice that age we understand that what was just a glimpse on the horizon becomes the edge of the precipice and because of this we learn to live day after day without great expectations; this is how I lead my life, but on some occasions something happens to invigorate us even if only temporarily. I have a habit of attending a free night market where what you see most are stalls with street food and sweets and one of them, who served Arab specialties, always caught my attention, not for its products, but for its owner a sexy blonde always smiling and with an air of delicious boldness. Her name was Mirna and over time we became close enough to exchange conversations sometimes sharp and sometimes full of mischief; one of those nights as soon as I approached her trailer she opened up a huge smile waving to me; when we were very close she handed me a ticket where there was a mobile phone number with the inscription <unk>call me when you can!<unk>. I kept the ticket and we talked amenities until almost the end of the fair. Mirna insisted that I take a shawarma she had prepared especially for me and I felt bad about not accepting me giving up (and I confess it was really a delight!); I went home and added Mirna's number on my whatsapp instantly sending a <unk>hello<unk>. About half an hour later she replied asking if she could call me; I had barely said yes and the machine vibrated. "Hello, dear! I needed to call you to ask you something!" she said in a somewhat frantic whisper; I replied that she could ask me anything she wanted without any problem and she then started asking if I was the writer she used to read stories on an erotic website; the question caught me by surprise, because it had never crossed my mind that I could find someone who could confess that he was a fan of this type of literature and on top of that ask me in such a hurried way. -Well, I can't deny it, but I need to know who you're talking about. -I retorted looking for an honorable way out. -Tell me the title of one of the stories you read and a brief summary. Mirna wasted no time in enunciating a title and elaborating a brief review of the tale leaving me speechless with her accuracy; as she related the tale in detail I saw that there was no way of denying that the authorship was mine. "Well, that's it! ..., it's you yourself, isn't it?" she asked as she ended her narrative with a hint of anxiety. -Yes, it's me..., but I don't think that's all you had in mind <unk> I said with a tone of provocation <unk> what do you want from me? Before answering my question Mirna went on to tell me a bit of her personal story; she said that she had been married and that her husband had left her to live with another woman; she touched life raising children and caring for grandchildren until she found herself alone in no one at her side; as every woman sought to channel her energies into other activities, however at that point in her life she felt lacking something else. -I have read your stories for a long time ..., I also read other erotic authors, but yours are the ones that delight and excite me the most <unk> she explained after her life summary <unk> and because of that I was curious to know if you would maintain a relationship with a woman like me ... What do you mean, "a woman like you"? - Ah! You know! An older woman - she replied with some hesitation - someone who does not find herself attractive ..., someone who lacks not only a male, but also a man ..., if you know what I mean! - I think I understand yes <unk> I answered back <unk> but I also think we need to discuss this in person ..., would you accept that I go to your meeting? Suddenly there was a silence that weighed on that telephone conversation and I came to think that Mirna would give up everything by retreating in an honorable way. <unk>I will give you my address and if you can I expect you here tomorrow morning ..., can it be?<unk>, she asked breaking the silence and leaving me more enthusiastic; I answered that yes and she said goodbye being that shortly after I received the message with Mirna's address. As I was alone, because my wife was traveling for a walk with my daughter I prepared for the meeting the next day, taking advantage of the fact that I still had some holidays pending at work. Mirna lived in a small horizontal condominium not far from my house, but I still went from this car parked in a nearby square and headed to the gate where he would identify me by making me wait for the access permit. I followed a wide corridor that led to an alley flanked by houses on both sides; it was not very sophisticated, but it had a certain charm; as soon as I approached Mirna's house, she opened the door with a wide and bright smile; she wore a bermuda made of elastic fabric that delineated her shapes where her thick thighs and her large and wide butt stood out, as well as the tight racing shirt that highlighted her large, drooping breasts with beaks marking the fabric in addition to denouncing the absence of a bra; Mirna had short hair and a clean face without makeup, although she did not need it because she was endowed with a captivating beauty. She invited me in and we walked to the kitchen where she had prepared a coffee and some quitutes whose appearance and smell were inviting; we sat around the table tasting both the quitutes and the espresso and talking about life; listening to her talk I could sense a certain uneasiness in her voice and also in her gestures indicating that she expected me to take any bolder initiative. I suggested that we go to the room where we would be more at ease and as we walked there I held Mirna by the arm pulling her towards me until we were glued allowing me to touch her lips with mine for a first kiss. My gesture acted as a kind of detonator for the dormant volcano inside Mirna that erupted in an uncontrolled and libidinous eruption; our tongues began a dance full of lust and joined hands full of fear and cowardice; I took advantage of the weather and enjoyed the hot kisses of my partner until I decided that it was time to raise the level of our meeting; in a matter of minutes I left her naked in front of me enjoying the view; for her age Mirna did not keep great attractions, but her flaccid breasts with prominent nipples caused in me an inexplicable excitement and I soon had my hands squeezing and nibbling their beaks and heard her groaning with desire. "Not yet, my breasted whore! All in good time!" I replied when she asked if I wouldn't also take off my clothes; I made Mirna sit on the couch and I sat beside her using one of my hands to comb the area between her legs until I found a plump, warm and shaved grate trying to immediately start a careful fingering exploring all the possibilities; I rubbed the protruding grate obtaining full success in provoking the first orgasms that shook Mirna's body that was trembling and twitching involuntarily; I took advantage of the weather to use the finger up to three times whose result was widely commemorated by her with more screams and moans uncontrolled; keeping the control of the situation fell from her mouth into her breasts sucking and biting the huge nipples using the mouthpiece of the nipple that licked her and saw my copy of her. She shouted with an exalted tone and was also interrupted by more moans and hisses further elevating the libidinous atmosphere that surrounded us. -That's good, bitch! But now I'll give you something to play more! <unk> I announced by standing up ceasing the hand caresses and exposing to Mirna's gluttonous eyes my stiffened pistol <unk> Come suck my cock, you naughty piranha! Mirna squeezed herself on the sofa strapping my cock with one hand to feel its rigidity and its dimensions aiming at my face with a hallucinated expression. Mirna began a sultry and agitated sucking typical of a woman who had not tasted a blow job for a long time filling her mouth and causing me a delirious feeling of pleasure that rose higher and higher; I stood looking down enjoying the sight of her swallowing and spitting out my cock without stopping leaving it very drooling with her saliva. "Are you enjoying it, you dirty bitch? You can suck as much as you want, bitch! Kill your hunger for roll!" I whispered without taking my eyes off her face taken by full carnal delirium; as much as I tried, however, she could not take the gun out of her mouth to do it limiting herself between the shortened speeches and the choked times. And it was taken that in this climate by an impetuous blow job that would allow me to take the blow job out of my mouth, and make it drool on the bottom of my mouth and bury it with a little bit of warmth that I did well. In that mind-boggling climate I dedicated myself to fucking Mirna's pussy as she deserved by dipping deeply and forcefully shaking her entire body and succeeding in pulling off yet another renewed succession of orgasms that made her groan and scream like a hot dog. Some time later I was at the height of my endurance with my hips burning and sweat running down the entire surface of my skin, but still I did my best to ensure that Mirna enjoyed all the pleasure she craved and deserved. However, unfortunately, the time came when my age and physiology exercised their inexorable power over me and finally after vigorous succor, I reached my climax by stretching my muscles and projecting my pelvis forward keeping my forehead deeply immersed in Mirna's pussy before experiencing the vibrating feeling of anticipation that filled her with enormous joy. Mirna screamed uncontrollably trembling and squeezing my waist with the intention of not letting the gun escape from inside her while we could feel the joy leaking from the edges of her enlarged cave; with the muscles of my burning arms I gave up collapsing on her exhausted and gasping; we remained moored to each other for a while enjoying my withering gun until it flowed out of the grate of Mirna who groaned as she felt the semen drain from her vagina causing shivering all over her body. A little later we were still lying on the couch in the shell position with me squeezing her breasts and nibbling her nipples while she kissed and sucked her neck. "Wow! It's been so long that I thought I would never have so many fun like this again! I'm exhausted, but happy!" she commented with an exultant tone making me proud of my achievement. I tried to get myself to leave, but Mirna insisted that I stay a little longer pretending to be dengue; shortly before lunch I got up and started to put on my clothes; while I did this I watched Mirna still lying on her side on the couch appreciating my gestures and smiling. - No, darling, I'm not going to take a bath! <unk> I answered your question in a naughty tone <unk> I'm going home taking your smell and your taste with me! "Will you come back?" she asked hesitantly, staring at my face. "I won't come back if you want me to, otherwise I'll come back tomorrow", I said emphatically. Still naked, she accompanied me to the exit door where we kissed for a long time with the right to good touches from both of us. I returned home and I confess that I spent the afternoon thinking about Mirna and the delightful experience she had given me. The next day, very early in the morning, I received a message from her apologizing, because we could not meet because she had an unforgettable personal commitment; I replied that everything was fine and then she returned stating that she would be waiting for me the next morning. The day dragged on due to my anxiety to meet Mirna again and once again enjoy her body that so much pleasure in giving me had created renewed expectations. On the morning of the appointed day I was welcomed by her opening the door of her house exhibiting her lavish and delicious nudity; while I turned to watch my partner just to confirm that she did not possess any physical attributes to this fascinating man, even though she was able to make any woman smile and be intrigued by his smile. We went back to the same atmosphere shortly after she undressed me and lay down on the sofa spreading her legs and caressing her pussy begging for my mouth; I plunged down on my face and licked that smooth, fat, warm mouthpiece making her experience a first sequence of teasing between hysterical screams and shrill groans babbling pleas for me to go on without hesitation; I continued licking the mouthpiece and sipping the joy that flowed copiously and with some intermittency gave rise to new orgasms flooding my mouth. Shortly after we left for my father and mother with me tucking my nipple deep into Mirna's scream that had no control over her sibilants, whimpering and screaming that happened in full swing. I violently resisted until the limits of my new physiology were no longer as sharp as she had been, whilst I felt myself being squeezed inside my waist by a long, unnoticed pulse, with a burden of tears clenched tightly within my waist. <unk>Nossa, my love! At first you finished with me! I think today I don't give a shit anymore!<unk>, she commented with an exasperated and still panting tone; I stared at her face and smiled preferring not to contradict that sentence; after a well-deserved rest and still naked we went to the kitchen to hydrate ourselves and also to taste an espresso coffee returning to the room; Mirna took advantage of our break to tell how happy she was to have found a man to satisfy her, since the absence of sex was causing her enormous unhappiness and a feeling of happy existential emptiness; I found out what had contributed to her removing these feelings from herself and I declared this to her that she smiled and hugged me so that we could kiss a few times. With the sun high and our bodies still drenched in sweat, Mirna suggested that we take a bath which I gladly accepted; inside the box she began to soap me using only her hands and a soap and her gestures that seemed to me very purposeful culminated, to my surprise, in an erection reborn with absolute naturalness; and she wasted no time in getting down on her knees in front of me making the parrot disappear inside her mouth by applying a mind-blowing suck that made me wish for a new clash with that naughty female. Not wanting to waste time we left the box and we ran in any case towards Mirna's room whose wide bed was waiting for us for a good fight. I marveled before her and asked her to stay on the bed with four of us; she was suspicious of my intentions and here with my request a little husband. After marveling at the sight of those opulent buttocks, I took care to separate them by carefully licking the entire groove, stopping at the small corrugated hole that was involuntarily contracting; I salivated a lot in the whole area and did the same with the pistol's rosary by brushing the groove with movements from top to bottom and also from bottom to top, always listening to the unabashed twitches of my partner who pretended to be innocent asking what I intended to do; instead of responding I chose to act by poking the briocho with dynamic movements until I reached my goal of breaking the resistance of the groove by widening it to receive the swollen hat inside it; Mirna screamed a whimper and then a whimper for a while, not appreciating the obvious let it reveal that the curse was continuing in the throat, and slowly whispered in the air until I was backed into the fireplace, and after a while I demonstrated with pleasure or displeasure that Mirna was in pain by being forced into the fireplace. It took a while, but Mirna ended up enjoying an anal orgasm that made her scream so loudly that I feared that we might attract unwanted attention, although she was oblivious to this possibility. Once again, I impaled that tasty and juicy goose to the pinks that my body and also my physiology allowed, only this time I decided to go all the way like the last time and soon I held back the muscles taken by involuntary spasms while enjoying and irrigating the entrails of Mirna who celebrated by announcing that she was about to get a new orgasm. We said goodbye just before lunchtime with new anal orgasms unfortunately finding out that Mirna had left the old man who was forced to live in his house with his daughter no longer missing!