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George Carlin’s View On Aging
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids? If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions. “How old are you?” “I’m four and a half!” You’re never thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on five! That’s the key.

You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. “How old are you?” “I’m gonna be 16!” You could be 13, but hey, you’re gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED, we had to throw him out.

There’s no fun now, you’re just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it’s all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 . . . and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn’t think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. You’ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it’s a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn’t end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; “I was JUST 92.”

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a littlekid again. “I’m 100 and a half!” May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

The Bishops

At twenty-four I had only been out of college for two years and was working in the accounting department of a large, national electronics firm. Frank Bishop was one of the firm’s salesmen. A man of forty-three, Frank was about two inches short of my six foot three, in addition he was a skinny, and I do mean skinny, specimen. Frank’s territory covered a two state area, requiring him to spend a lot of time away from home. I didn’t know Frank very well just well enough to say “hello”.

I had seen Frank’s wife, Nan, a few times, but had never been introduced to her. Nan Bishop was, I judged, about five years younger than Frank. She was a petit lady, standing only about five foot two inches, in height, and weighing about one hundred five pounds. Her hair was jet-black and from what little I had seen of her she had a flawless complexion. Her stomach was flat, her waist narrow and her hips nicely flared. Her legs were nicely shaped, but the most outstanding thing was the size of her tits! On her small frame her 36DD tits were enormous!

Each year, at the end of summer our company president held a dance, at his home (it was more like a mansion), for employees. I attended, even though I had no date. At the dance the drinks were flowing freely and after a couple of scotch and waters I got into the mood of the night and after dancing three or four times with various of the young secretaries I was approached by Nan Bishop. “I believe this is my dance.” She said. I had no idea why she had selected me as a dancing partner, but what could I do? Here was a sexy, thirty-eight year old lady asking me to dance with her. As we danced I tried to keep a respectable distance between us, but Nan pulled me close and, soon the constant pressure and friction of her belly rubbing against my cock had it swelling to erection!

Not wanting to be embarrassed by walking around with the huge bulge in the front of my pants I danced her toward the open French doors and when the music ended I slipped outside to cool down and let my throbbing pecker relax. I hadn’t been there more than two or three minutes when I heard a footstep behind me. Before I could turn Nan had her arms around my waist and her head on my shoulder. From the odor of liquor I knew that she had had at least a couple drinks. Her hands slipped down to the front of my pants and she traced the length of my swollen pecker with her fingers. After she had slid her fingers up and down the length a couple of times she grasped my zipper and, after lowering it managed to extract my dick! As she did she whispered. “Is your dick as big as I think it is?” I was so shocked by her bold actions that I couldn’t answer. For a minute she held my cock in both hands and slowly stroked it. Then she stepped to my side. The light from the house provided enough light that she had a good view if my ten and a half inch cock. “My God!” she said, “It’s even bigger than I thought! I never imagined that anyone had a dick so BIG! I mean Frank’s is nearly nine inches, but in the last year he’s lost interest in sex. For a while I thought he had another woman, but I’m sure that that isn’t the case. He just don’t want to make love to me anymore.”

For a minute or two she was content to ogle and slowly stroke my rigid tool. Then she took my hand and said, “Come with me.” I attempted to put my dick back in my pants, but Nan said, “Don’t bother, I’m not finished with that marvelous thing just yet.” I couldn’t believe my ears! No woman I had ever screwed had been so bold. Taking my hand, she led me around the side of the house to a small patio. The patio was much darker than the one we had just left, still there was enough light to see. After stroking my cock for another minute she said, “I just can’t believe the size of your dick! I mean I can’t even get my hand around it!” Her next move was a surprise, she squatted down and after kissing the tip she opened her mouth wide and slipped the head past her lips. I felt her tongue circling the head and, later (I’m not sure how much later. Her tongue felt so damned good that I lost track of time) she pressed her head forward allowing about five inches of cock to slide between her lips. I placed a hand on her head and started pumping her sucking mouth!

The face fucking lasted no more than three or four minutes, then she stood, reached under her dress and removed her panties. Turning to the low railing of the patio she pulled her dress up and placed her hands on the rail. “C’mon.” she said, “Let me have that monster before someone misses us an comes looking for us.” I wasn’t waiting for a second invitation! I stepped behind her and dropped my pants and shorts. Before I entered her juicy pussy she looked back over her shoulder and said, “Take it slow and be gentle, Frank’s dick isn’t nearly soooo big!” I did as she asked; I entered her slowly, using several short thrusts. The most surprising thing was that a woman as small as Nan Bishop was able to take the full length of my cock, several women I had fucked in high school and college, women bigger than Nan, hadn’t been able to. When I was buried, up to the balls, she whispered, “Please don’t move. I want to get used to having soooo much cock in me.”

Of the dozen, or more women I had fucked in my life none had had a cunt as tight as Nan Bishop! I remained motionless just as long as I could stand it, which wasn’t very long and then I started hammering her defenseless cunt hard and fast! I hadn’t bedded a woman for over a month so I knew that I wasn’t going to last very long. Thank God that Nan was so turned on by the size of the pecker invading her eager pussy that she had three or four orgasms before I said, in a voice just above a whisper, “I’m gonna cum!” I must have filled her cunt to capacity, because when I slipped out of her warm nest she said, “What am I going to do? I can’t go back in there like this.” I asked, “What’s wrong?” She laughed and said, “Baby you filled me completely and now your hot stuff is running down my legs!” I laughed and, after taking out my hankie, said, “Raise your dress and I’ll see what I can do for you.” I dried our combined secretions from her legs and pussy and when that was done she slipped on her panties and smoothed her dress, I pulled up my shorts and pants and we returned to the dance, one at a time.

Shortly after returning I noticed Nan talking to Frank and nodding in my direction. Soon after they left the party.

I spent the rest of the weekend trying to devise a plan to have another go at Nan Bishop’s ultra-tight pussy. I needn’t have bothered! On Monday morning I got a call from Nan. “Good morning lover.” She said, “Whatcha doin’ this evening?” When I replied that I had no plans she said, “Well, in that case why don’t you drop by and pay me a visit? Frank’ll be out of town all this week and we’ll have the place all to ourselves.” I thought about her invitation for all of a millisecond before accepting. Nan said, “Good! I’ll be expecting you at seven.”

At seven that evening I drove slowly past the Bishop home. I wanted to be sure that Frank’s car was not in the driveway. I continued around the block and parked around the corner from her house. At about ten past seven I rang Nan’s doorbell. The door opened at once, revealing Nan dressed in a short robe. Before I stepped inside she said, “Thank God you’re here. I was afraid you’d changed your mind and I’ve looked forward to tonight ever since the night of the dance. I just had to see you again.” As soon as the door was closed behind me Nan threw an arm around my neck. Her other hand went to the front on my pants. I had had a prodigious hard on ever since I left my apartment and now she gripped it firmly through my pants.

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Suisse Lady
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Now just any older woman cuts it for me. Anybody can hook up with one of those trailer-trash variety that ends up on the on-line porn sites. What I look for is class. Rich women with powerful ex-husbands, floating in money, who haven’t had a good satisfying fuck in a while. As much as you might not believe it, these women are not as hard to find as one one might think. Their pussies ache young hard cock and they want that “boy” that will make her feel young again.

By January, I was getting tired with the college girls. I was over the freshman girls- they were fun for a while, but they are just too much work. So I decided to try and find myself one of those hot older women, a MILF if I must. See I came to college with three goals for my love life. The first one that I knocked down was the Asian. I had always heard that they have really soft skin and are very kinky in the sack. From the two I’ve done I can honestly tell you there is a lot to be desired. Second, I wanted a threesome- which guy doesn’t huh? Well, easy enough for a frat boy. I had that one done before I was done pledging my fraternity freshman year. So now came number three- the mom!

A Friday night in January seemed as perfect as ever. I left my friends for a while, saying I had to meet an old friend from home in Buckhead (the happening place of Atlanta). I jumped into my Range Rover (earned it all myself- no help from Daddy) and headed over to the Suisse Hotel- by far the nicest hotel in Atlanta- puts the Ritz Carlton to shame. The Suisse Hotel in Atlanta is located in Buckhead across from the Ritz and in its hotel is the best restaurant in town- the Palm. I knew what I was doing, and hoped it would lead me to sex. I took my cigars (Ashton of course) and headed inside, dressed to the T in black slacks and a burgundy chenille sweater. The lobby of the Suisse is immaculate. Winding staircases, a beautiful grand piano, leather couches, marble counters, and the such. I sat down in one of these leather couches and made myself at home. I took out my cigar and started smoking it. When I sat down there were two gentleman sitting across from me, also smoking. The three of us talked for a few minutes until they finished their cigars and retired for the night.

Minutes after the two men left, four gorgeous older women came into the lobby after just finishing their meal at the Palm. These women, you can tell, were of standing. The first stood about 5’6 had long blond hair, had a couple of face lifts, wore a shirt that showed a good deal of cleavage, and had jewelry that would make the Queen jealous. The other three were very attractive too, but nothing like the first. To my delight, the other three met up with three men, presumably their husbands and left the first women to herself. And even better, she sat down across from me and started smoking a cigarette. I introduced myself to her and her to me. Her name was Lois, she had been divorced 2 years and her kids had left for college around the same time. She was very wealthy, and after prodding, I found out her husband was a top executive at one of the Fortune 500 companies in Atlanta. She has dinner with the same three women every Friday night, and after their husbands pick them up she retires to her house, the penthouse at the Suisse. We got to talking for about a half of an hour while we both finished smoking. I told her where I was at school, where I worked, and we just had great conversation. When she finished her second cigarette, she invited me to have a drink with her at the bar. At this point, I had a good feeling that I was in. We continued our conversation side by side at the bar. She ordered a Johnny Walker Black and I got a Kettle One Martini (my favorite drink). About half way through our drink my hand managed its way to her thigh, and it stayed there with no resistance. I rubbed her leg for about 5 more minutes until she took my hand in hers and slowly guided it to her waist. Without hesitation, I slipped my hand down her pants (over her underwear) and continued rubbing her leg. At this point, we had both finished our drinks and Lois excused herself to the bathroom. Now I wasn’t sure. Had I gone too quick? But my answer came soon enough. When Lois came back she paid the bar bill and opened up her purse. What she showed me inside were her white silk panties. And let me tell you- they were wet. The ball was now in my court, as this bird was sweating my cock. She took my arm, and we continued arm in arm across the hotel to the elevator.

Once alone inside, Lois hit the PH button all the way at the top. I let go of her arm and standing in back of her, placed both my arms gently around her. I planted a small delicate kiss on her neck and just rested my head against her for the rest of the trip up. Once out, we walked to her apartment and went in. It was gorgeous! Their was artwork on every wall that made the place look like a museum. The view was astonishing, as windows surrounded the entire apartment. As beautiful as it was, sight seeing would have to be done later. Lois showed me to a seat and went to pour us two more drinks. By the time she got back, I couldn’t keep my attention on anything besides her. My 7-inch (thick too) cock was rising to attention and I could tell that Lois’s pussy was dripping and that she had no panties to catch it. Lois put the drinks down in front of us and came to sit on my lap. After one sip, I knew I wasn’t going to have any more of that martini. I pulled her in and gave her a breath-taking kiss that lasted for what seemed like ages. What really turned me on was a good kisser, and Lois was perfect. Unlike a lot of the young college girls, Lois didn’t throw her tongue down my throat, instead we enjoyed a sensuous kiss that Shakespeare couldn’t even describe.

After our kiss, I picked Lois up and carried her into a bedroom (which I later found out was the guest room). I laid her down on the king sized bed and then placed myself on top of her. Lois reached up to give me a kiss and seconds later she had turned me over and landed on top of me. She carefully pulled my sweater off and I could tell she was in love with my hard chiseled chest and abs. She bent down and started kissing my nipples and then she continued kissing her way down my chest until she stopped at my naval. Now, I have never had a girl play with my belly-button, but it was hot and it turned me on hardcore. After she was done molesting my naval, she finally reached my pants.

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