Slender Ginger Having Wild Sex

As an old man, in my seventies, who has been given the nod by my doctors that my days are numbered, I spend a lot of time looking back at my life. As she folded her dress and bent to place it in her beach bag, the suit stretched over her backside, sending shivers through my body and blood to my genitals. I had my head buried in an equipment cabinet, performing a scheduled maintenance task, when I heard the shift supervisor, a sergeant, call my name. Her lingerie was not exactly service issue (or what I imagined service issue would look like, if it was actually issued?) Her matching bra and pants were, as far as I could tell in the dim light, wispy peach coloured affairs. All positive outcomes, right? To my surprise, Julie said she’d keep me company in the watch office, so she could learn the routine. I wasn’t a fan myself, so stuck to my bottle of Keo.