She was young, much younger than he was.
He had just turned 65 but he looked 55. His hair was still black and he wasn't in bad shape. He could still cum 3 times a day, but that third one was a struggle.
She had just turned 18. Today, in fact.
She was tall, thin, long hair, big boobs.
He tried not to drool as he looked as her.
She noticed him looking. She smiled. He was good-looking and she figured he would be the best guy to fuck as a birthday present to herself.
She walked toward him, but not to him. As she passed him he smiled at her. She smiled back.
"Good afternoon," he said. "You look very happy," he added.
"I am happy," she said. "Today is my eighteenth birthday and I'm looking for some fun I couldn't have yesterday."
"Well," he said, "you're too young to drink liquor, so what can you do today that you couldn't do yesterday?"
He already knew the answer but he was hoping to get her to say it.
"I've never gone on a date with someone much older than me. I'm hoping today with be my lucky day." she responded.
She took his hand as she spoke. His hand was warm; the skin was rough.
Her hand was warm and soft. So warm, in fact, that the warmth spread to his dick. It twitched. She noticed.
"Why don't you help me with my birthday wish!" she said. With that, she walked off, still holding his hand.
Of course he followed. So did his ever-growing dick.
"Do you live alone?" he asked.