Truly amazing coincidence as the very day turned 64, my cock died.
Started off badly when I asked what day it was, My kids, replied Friday, same response from my wife but my dear old Mum, reliable as ever Skyped me birthday wishes from Surfers.
Further down the day, shocking news from down under was when my old lady, feeling somewhat sorry for me, I imagine, upon giving the ancient wrinkled one a bit of a jog got zero response.
Even the sight of the super sexy MILF across the way, while putting our respective off spring into the school pick up, failed to stir any sign of physical respone from the well traveled honorable member.
Oh well, that said it was hardly a long and illustrious career anyway so no loss. In fact I can remember on only two occasions over 50 yrs of infrequent activity when it actually managed to elicit any pleasure from my partner.
One was my ex mianoi, who was 35 yrs younger than I and a bit of a grunter anyway.
The other was a overzealous insatiable Lady from the accounts office in Melbourne, she needed lot of consoling at the time, as she was going to therapy.
So there is hardly likely to be dozens of grief stricken females wailing at the news my cock has died. In fact on most of the occasions I did actually "get my end in" were financilly motivated or as a result of excess alcohol.
Just a minor bench mark in my life I would be able to share with ya'all.
(not that I think anyone could give a rats arse any way)


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