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The skinny old man with a droopy moustache came into the dark bedroom. Parking his walking frame, 78-year-old Albert Fish slipped between the sheets snuggled up against the wool nightdress of Maggie.
“I love you Maggie,” he wheezed.
“You stupid Casanova,” grumbled Maud Macdonald (83). “Maggie’s in the next room, but you may as well stay here now. What do you have in mind?”
“A fuck.”
“What’s that?”
Albert explained and finally Maud’s memory triggered and she realized what he was talking about. That made her excited. She’d had her last one around forty or forty-two years ago shortly before liquored-up husband Roy was killed crossing a railway track in front of a train that apparently he’d not realized was moving.
She turned on the light and they both struggled to kick down the top sheet and light blanket.
“I’ll need to be soaped up or something – I’m very dry these days, Albert darling.”
“Soap – I’ve got 21st Century stuff,” said Albert, pointing to a liter bottle of lube he’d placed on the dressing table. This should be enough.”
“Then lube me, Albert,” cackled Maud.
“Which is the right crack?” asked Albert, peering between her wrinkly legs.
“Probably the most central one, but does it matter? Just slosh it around and get a finger working; fingers know where to go.”
It was slow going. Thirty minutes later Albert had Maud huffing and puffing. Finally she went ‘Zizzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”
“Did you cum?”
“Wouldn’t have a clue, but I feel as if I’m sitting on a cloud.”
“That’s either a genuine ejaculation or you’re deceived your mind into thinking you’ve had one, which is called a phantom ejaculation. I reckon it doesn’t really matter at your age which type it is because we’re not trying to conceive.”
“Conceive what?”
“Children.”
“Oh, how many?”
“I’ll try to give you as many as you want, Maud – but no promises,” leered Albert.
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