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Harry was going too far. "And how did you know I had the best time IN MY LIFE?" I stressed. "Because you wouldn't stop moaning my name. Ha..rry..." He teased me. "What the..." I gasped. What the hell is wrong with him? "Honey, they remind of our youth days. We would keep denying that we weren't in love with each other." The old woman chuckled as she placed her head on her husband's shoulder for a while. "Lady, I was just like you. If you really have feelings for him just say it before some other girl snatches what yours. You don't want to grow old regretting your actions." The woman spoke.

“I’m sorry if it seems I’m meddling, sir. It’s just… with your age difference, do you really think the girl feels the same way you do?” Damien’s brows knit together, his head tilting slightly. “Excuse me?” The other attendant shot her a panicked look, whispering for her to stop, but the woman ignored her. “I’ve seen cases like this,” she continued. “The girls stay with older men for the lifestyle, the money while their hearts belong to someone younger.” For a moment, silence fell. Damien simply stared at her, almost incredulous. Had he gone too soft? Was that why she thought she could stand there and question him like this?

"Can't that be certain? Although I'm not a great beauty, I'm still a lively, gentle, and cute. Isn’t it normal for men to wait for me?" "Not with me, you’re not. Do you think you're still a young girl and that men will wait for you?" "Haha..." Paige chuckled and said, "You don't know, but married women are even more popular than girls nowadays." Chris looked at Paige as if she was joking. Paige smiled and said, "Don't you know the saying: 'Youth doesn't know the charm of a mature woman; mistaking a girl for a treasure?'" It seemed like something Chris had vaguely heard of.

How could the moon goddess pair her with someone she was older than? It wasn't as if she had ever fancied a younger man- oh hell no! She liked more mature men. Her former mate had been thirty-six years and Alpha Weston had been thirty-three. An older woman to a younger guy? It was a good thing she had no plans to accept him. How would people look at her by his side? "Good morning, Aunty Anna. I hope you're feeling much better this morning," LeRoy said as he walked towards her with a bright smile.

Aloysius' face darkened. Did Rowley just mock him for being old and imply he was impotent? His expression grew so stormy that he practically grimaced, countering, "What, am I that old?" Rowley pointed out, "Statistics show that men tend to go on a downward spiral after 25 years old, and at 30 and older, they start losing interest in women altogether. Mr. Hoffman, I believe you're at the age where your hobbies range from fishing to collecting antiques, yes?"

I replied, feigning ignorance. "The lady you like" he said with a pout. "Damn Enzo and his big mouth!" I cursed, recalling when he barged in on us the other day. "I knew it!! Don't tell me you're into the captor-captive romance shit ??" he asked. "There's nothing like that Ace and she's an old woman. Ok not old but mid thirties" I joked. "Mamma mia!! ti in un mondo sono donne anziane?? Is that why you haven't gotten laid in months??" he asked, clutching his chest and wiping a non existent tear from the corner of his eyes.

Grace passed him over to Elizabeth for the moment and walked over herself. “My husband and I are living well now, I don’t need to trouble you and Tomas to think about me. I don’t know what you are thinking. Even if he really is having an affair, by right, he should find a young lady. Why would he come and find a middle-aged woman like me? Not everyone is as devoted as my husband and will not care about my age.” Grace chuckled and said, “It has already been more than 22 years, and he still liked an old woman like me.”

He grunted, brushing her words off, feeling insulted, “I’m not old, Cassandra! Just look at your daughter, Maria. She’s harassing me.” Cassandra exclaimed in frustration, “You are sixty-three!” He huffed, “That’s not old. Am I old, honey?” Maria laughed softly, drawing herself into his arms as she stroked his jaw, “You are the most dashing, most handsome, sexiest gentleman I know.”

"That is one crafty old woman." "Did you know she's got archives of the local papers back to the 1840s? It's amazing. I'm pretty sure I can get at least a couple books published out of her stuff. Glasses," she orders Tim. "What's everybody want to drink? She knows exactly where all of that stuff is too. Sharp as a tack for a ninety-five year old woman." "Seriously? I had no idea." I tip my eyes up to Rob's and he bends, kissing the top of my head. "I always thought she was younger than my grandmother."

Story Two I love sex with older women; they're usually so much better at it than their younger counterparts; they don't go gossiping to their friends after you've fucked them and quite a few of them are very grateful, especially the less attractive ones; I don't care myself; as long as they're over forty and not too fat, then they are fair game. My first oldie was a teacher from school; Miss Shaw; she was fifty when I fucked her and still a miss. I was twenty-three. We met in a pub one night; she was with a party of women, I was waiting for my mates. We chatted while I waited for my friends, leaving shortly after they arrived; but not before getting her address and an invitation to visit the