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Senior Retirement Life
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Senior Retirement Life I am leading a quiet life every day at my<b> senior </font></b>retirement center in Santa Barbara. At this home we get all our meals at the dining room inside the facility. The problem is that almost all of the waitresses are young and beautiful and drive you crazy. Natasha is my favorite breakfast waitress, she is 25, single, and very beautiful. She can tell at a glance that I am not getting enough from my wife. I smile at her and tell her that she is my very favorite waitress, so she doesn't feel very bad at all about teasing me mercilessly. When I and my wife sit down at our breakfast table she brings me my morning English breakfast tea, a glass of grape juice with ice, and sometimes a bowl of watermelon chunks without my even asking. The other day when it was slightly rainy outside she told me that it was a good day to stay in bed. I wanted to get up and whisper into her ear, "I know you are teasing me, but I would be happy to stay all day in bed with you, any time you want to.". She is the kind of woman wouldn't be embarrassed whit by that remark. Natasha the of a boss pussy in her eyes. She is the evening hostess and tells all the other waitresses what do. Its easy tell that she is the boss of the dining room. What is a boss pussy you may ask? That is a woman that knows how fuck you so wonderfully well that you will be happy do anything she wants. If she ever did come down my room fuck me she would probably kill me since she is 25 and I am 80. I would have use my strap on dildo and even then I would be lucky escape with my life. If I was fucking her missionary style after she had orgasmed just once I would probably already be physically exhausted. I would then have roll off of her and say "Oh, please, Natasha don't make me fuck you anymore" But I know what she would say," Oh, please Mr. Regals just more time. I'll get on top" Then I would probably have to give in since I am an old softy, and say "OK you get up there and be a cowgirl, I'll just lay here and rest while I caress you". Even then I would be lucky not to have a heart attack. I'm starting to see a nefarious plot here by our retirement home management. Since it costs $250K just to get in in the door in this place, they have a big incentive to kill me off so they can bring in new suckers. That's probably why the ratio of woman to men in this place is already . My favorite evening waitress is Alice. She is very tall, about feet, and has long blond hair. When she waits on my wife and I, I up and say her, "You're so tall" That brings a smile her since she knows that, and is proud of it. I tell try and not intimidate all the waiters. Since I am 5' 4" , she is the perfect example of the old joke , when we are toe to toe my nose is in it, and when we are nose to nose my toe is in it. I still love her anyway. If you think all the sexy women in this place are young, you would be greatly mistaken. My former next door neighbor Birdie was ninety years old and oozed sex. How can that be, you might ask. Well firstly she was in very good shape physically for her age, knew how intimidate you with intimate talk, and thirdly her first husband had worked in the aerospace business. Since I was also in that business when I was younger I had an immediate empathy with her. I was talking her day and she said, "Better , I was married times, but all my husbands are dead now" Now, I didn't know that and I thought my self uh-oh , for this . I know exactly what happened all of her husbands of course, she fucked them death. That's definitely what happened, no question about it. She was always asking me come over and visit her but I thought she is way too old for me since she was 95 and I was 80. I was afraid that if I ever went over her apartment by myself, I would probably never get of there alive. So I would give her a hug in the hall and tell she was my very favorite neighbor instead. She liked that but I could tell she wanted more than that. Birdie had older sons lived in the area and came visit her regularly, alternating visits. What they were doing of course was checking up on mom protect her from her wanton inclinations and from elderly gentlemen like myself. On her 95th birthday Birdie went to visit her friends in Los Angeles where she used to live before she moved to Santa Barbara. While she was there she unfortunately had a blood pressure event and died. I know what killed her. She needed a young lover fuck her 95 year old brains everyday of the week, which would have lowered her blood pressure considerably and kept her alive and well fuck again another day. |
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"they have a big incentive to kill me off so they can bring in new suckers" Your self-deprecating humor is priceless. More power to you brother. ...\8
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