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Woman in White and Daddy Glenn Ch. 01

By: SusanJillParker



Is a much younger women with an older man, every man's sexual fantasy?

Just as women dream of striking it rich by marrying a wealthy, older man, older men dream of having sex with beautiful, sexy women half their age. Cougars versus sugar daddies, does age really matter? Once the hot sex is over or the money exchanges hands, even those in this sort of relationship state that age does matter. Yet, a man's world filled with double standards, what's right for him is not necessarily right for her. Indeed it's more acceptable for an older man to be in a relationship with a younger woman than it is for an older woman to be in a relationship with a younger man. A younger woman having sex with an older man is deemed a slut or a gold digger while the older man is deemed virile and lucky. A younger man in a financially beneficial relationship with a woman may be deemed a player or a gigolo while the older woman is deemed a slut or crazy.

So, let's explore relationships between a younger woman with an older man. Why would a young woman want to be with a man who was old enough to be her father or much older brother? Is it as simple as she's in it for the money? For every rich, old man, there's a young, beautiful woman willing to do everything to please him and anything to sexually satisfy him, so long as he buys her furs, jewels, and cars. While there are woman attracted to older men not so much for their money but because they need the maturity and emotional stability of a role model, others contend that older men are more giving, more indulgent, more generous, and more experienced not just sexually but in the ways of the world than their younger counterparts. Having a much younger woman on your arm and in your bed is much like having a loving daughter who listens to you instead of ignores you and who really loves you instead of hates you.

When first being seen in public, most people would think that the young woman with the older man is his daughter. If they show any type of intimacy or affection, some may believe she's a hired prostitute. Whether they are jealous and wishing it was them in a similar sexual situation, few would believe that a younger woman with an older man are a committed couple in a real relationship. No doubt, nearly all would believe that he was in it for the sex and she was in it for the money. Few would believe that they were in love. 

Yet, perhaps after being used, abused, and fucked over by men more her own age, in the way of a student with her favorite teacher, the younger woman may feel comfortably safe with a man old enough to be her father. An older man appreciating the sexual attention of a much younger woman, no doubt, will treat her with respect and kindness than would a younger man who has his pick from the bar downtown to take home for the night. Without doubt, an older man has the experience to sexually pleasure a younger woman and the wealth to treat her to things that younger men simple can't afford. An older gentleman may have a lot more to offer a young, beautiful, albeit impressionable woman than a hot headed, testosterone filled, young man with a roving eye.

Moreover, even if the relationship was all about money and sex, what's wrong with that? So long as the two people involved are consenting adults and both are getting what they want from the other, God bless them in their happiness. Yet, what if we take money out of the equation and concentrate more on the dynamics of the two people involved in the relationship? If a younger woman with an older man is all about money, can an intimate, sexual relationship of an older man with a younger women work if the man doesn't have any money? 

Seriously, other than money and sex, when thinking about all that's happened in a span of twenty or thirty years, when the man is fifty or sixty and the woman is thirty or forty, what could a much older man with a much younger woman have in common? Once the fantasy of having sex with a woman nearly half his age and after he's bought her everything worth buying, what could he possibly have to talk about that she'd be willing to listen to without being bored with the conversation? Will he find her just as superficial as she finds him tiresome? Any relationship where the only thing they have in common is sex and money will, no doubt, abruptly end when one or the other finds someone more appealing and more their age.

There are plenty of quality woman available in the same age range as the older man who are not only attractive but sexually fulfilling. So other than sex, what would an older man want with a woman so young? Just as are most older man, perhaps older woman are too set in their ways and too opinionated for them to be desired sexually by a man, who'd want to have sex with a woman young enough to be his daughter. Perhaps older men want a woman who'd have his child.

It would be hard for some detractors to believe that an older man has found love with younger woman just as it would be difficult for some detractors to believe that a younger woman has found love with an older men. Yet, who is to know what goes on behind closed, bedroom doors? Look at Ice-T and Coco. With him 55-years-old and she 33-years-old, married for twelve years, they seem happy enough to have bridged their 22-year age gap.

Yet, when removing the sex for the man and the money for the woman from the equation of a May-December relationship what is the reason for an older man to be so very attracted to a younger woman and a younger woman to be so very attracted to an older man? Surely and as evidence that such a May-December relationship will seldom work, one seldom if ever sees a relationship of a younger, wealthy woman with a destitute older man. Perhaps, rather than money and sex, maturity is the issue here. Maybe women are born inherently more mature than men. Maybe it's just simply that most older women would never want a younger man in the way that many older men want younger women. Maybe it's just something else and something more complicated than women inherently being more mature than men.

Wanting to feel young and virile again, what if the man is searching for his fountain of youth by latching onto the energetic spirit that a younger woman brings to the relationship? Is the man who searches for his own personal, private version of the fountain of youth foolish to believe that he's found an extended lease on life by the joy he has in dating such a younger woman? Or is he just happy to have his eye candy hanging off his arm and doting on his every sexual whim for all of his jealous friends to see? Perhaps a little of both is true. Maybe there's more to a relationship of an older man with a younger woman than just sex and more to a relationship of a younger woman with an older man than just money.

Is the woman kidding herself to think that her hold on her sugar daddy will last much longer than when he receives his charge card and bank statements in the mail and he realizes how much dating a younger woman has cost him? Maybe able to afford the luxury of having a younger woman in his life, he won't care. Maybe he's rich enough not to care how much he spends on his beautiful, young woman. Maybe, in the joy she brings him, she's worth every penny he's spent on her.

What about her? How could she have sex with an old man? How could she kiss him, touch him, suck him, and make love to him without thinking of her Daddy? Doesn't it sicken her to go to be with someone who's so much older than she is? Does it offend her for an old man to touch and feel her where only someone her age should have that pleasure?

Skirting the question of age and justifying their answer with the qualities they'd want in a man, when asked, younger women admit they that enjoy the maturity and the stability that older men possess and bring to the relationship. Then there are those younger women who will freely admit that, taking all they can, their relationship with an older man is just about the money. Conversely, there are those women who confess that even if their older boyfriend was poor, they'd still be with him. Yet, can such a union of an older man with a younger woman be a match made in Heaven or a charade destined to falter and fail?

What about Angelina Jolie marrying Billy Bob Thornton? She was 25-years-old and he was 45-years-old. With both of them earning plenty of money, it wasn't about the money. Was she looking for Daddy or was it about the sex? Surely, her father, Jon Voight, was still in the picture, even though he was never home, they didn't get along, and hadn't spoken in years. Maybe she was looking for Daddy in Billy Bob. Maybe Billy Bob gave Angelina a long leash to sexually play with men and women. Maybe, the right time at the right place, their marriage was more about booze, drugs, and sex than it ever was about money.

Putting age and stamina aside, when compared to a much younger man, older men have many qualities that younger men don't have. Yet, there is no doubt that some younger women seek out older men because they need and want a father figure. Undoubtedly, those woman who came from broken homes and/or who lost their fathers at a young age, are looking for Daddy. Then there are those women who enjoy being emotionally pampered, sexually satisfied, and financially supported, something that younger men are unable and/or not yet ready or willing to do. Perhaps there are those women who want the pressure of a constant and one-sided sexual relationship lifted from their shoulders and find that a more loving relationship filled with companionship, eating out, and traveling better suits them than having sweaty one-sided sex in bed that begins and ends with a blowjob.

As there are just as many advantages of having a May-December romance, there are just as many disadvantages of having a love affair between couple that have such a huge difference in age too. Aside from the shocked looks, there is the judgmental stares when seeing an older man with a woman young enough to be his daughter, especially when such a couple is being intimate in public by kissing and feeling one another to make it obvious that they're lovers. Along with the huge age gap comes misunderstandings that occur when trying to bridge such a hug generational span with simple communication. Careful in saying what they feel and doing what they may think is right, the relationship of a younger woman with an older man may have conversations filled with misconstrued meanings and one being offended by the other's intentions. Whatever their age, for a relationship to work, it's best that, in addition to pillow talk, that the couple have an honest and open dialogue about all the advantages and disadvantages they may ultimately confront when out in public or spending time alone at home.

Seemingly a recipe for trouble on the surface, is a May-December romance worth all of the unsolicited, dirty stares, impromptu judgments, misunderstandings, and arguments that may develop that may make one or the other feel guilty and/or uncomfortable being in such a relationship? Then, there are the pressure from the man's children and/or the man's ex-wife. With Daddy having sex with a woman the same age or younger than his son and/or daughter, will his children think less of their father? Especially if he's rich and with the possibility that he may marry this young woman, will the other woman put a wedge in the relationship that his children have and hope to still have with their father? Then, as usually happens, what if he had a child with her. Further complicating and diluting their inheritance, the older children from the first marriage may not be happy with the children from this May-December marriage.

For those women who may be looking for hot sex in bed with an older man, they may be disappointed by his lack of stamina but not by his lack of willingness to please, his sexual experience, and generous sexual indulgence to give her orgasms. Just because an older man may no longer be able to cut the mustard, he can certainly still lick the jar. Nonetheless, with a younger woman not sexually satisfied with an older man, she may look for what's missing in her sexual relationship elsewhere. An older man, tired of trying to play catch up with someone so young and physically fit may seek someone more his age to talk to after expending too much time and energy trying to explain his meanings and his dated references to someone too young to understand who Howdy Doody, Frank Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe, and Elvis Presley was. 

Although, in nearly all cases, the fate of a lasting romantic relationship between an older man with a younger woman is too often punctuated by an "I told you so," statement from a friend or a relative looking in from outside. With Hugh Hefner marrying centerfolds and Donald Trump engaged to every young, busty, beautiful woman, at 50-years-old, Tom Cruise's marriage to 34-year-old Katie Holmes didn't last. Yet, the romantic May-December sexual hero of many men is 68-year-old Michael Douglas married to 43-year-old Catherine Zeta Jones. Their 25-year age difference has defied all odds with their 13-year marriage.

Michael Douglas has already shown a preference for younger women early in his career when he married Diandra. He was 32-years-old when he married this 19-year-old beauty. A 13-year age difference may not seem like much but it's much bigger at that early age in life than it is at a later age in life. Yet defying the odds and lasting 18 years, their marriage lasted longer than most Hollywood marriages.

Still, what do any of us know about love? It's just a feeling and something that really can't be measured, proven, or explained. A relationship that may fail for so many works for one. A gamble to begin a romantic and sexual relationship between someone so old and someone so young, is it a risk worth taking on the slim chance of finding true happiness and everlasting love? With some relationships proven to last, despite having to endure the scrutiny of public inspection and conjecture, most relationships with this large of an age difference don't last more than just a few months.

Yet, no matter what the ages are of people in a relationship, as in any relationship, it takes a committed effort from both the man and the woman to make their relationship work. Those people who succeed in beating the chronological odds are those who try to resolve difficulties, overcome obstacles, and keep a positive outlook while not allowing the jealous detractors to ruin their good time. With love overcoming all obstacles, those who play more of an active role, take the necessary initiative, and work hard in their tireless effort, often find out that age really doesn't matter. A one in a million long shot and against all odds, Glenn and Susan were such an odd couple and this is their story of love, sex, and passion.

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"I'll tell you right now," said Jimmy, "That man is certifiably nuts. Susan only exists in his mind," he said bumping the temple of his white, haired head with his index finger. "She's nothing more than a figment of his creative imagination. May-December relationship my ass. I don't believe him. Everything he says is a lie," he said motioning and measuring his words with his arm and as if erasing all that Glenn has said with a wave of his hand. "Bullshit. It's all bullshit."

"I really don't care what you think about Glenn, Jimmy. I believe all that he's said," said Joe, a retired farmer. "Every man's sexual fantasy, you're just jealous that it's him and not you in such a committed, loving, and sexual relationship."

"Yeah, well, truth be known, I miss how things were before he happened along with his young, beautiful, blonde, busty girlfriend, blah, blah, sexually exciting everyone," he said forming an hour glass shape with his hands. "If you ask me it's all a crock of shit. The only woman he has, if he has any woman at all, is a 77-year-old woman his age."

"You just don't like Glenn, Jimmy," said Joe.

"All I'm saying is having fun playing cards and checkers every day, we were better off before he got here," he said looking at his four friends. "Let me ask you this. When's the last time we played cards?" He looked from one of his friends to the other. "When's the last time we played checkers? I'll tell you. The last time we played cards or checkers is the day he arrived."

"I believe Glenn. Glenn wouldn't lie," said Joe getting upset and raising his voice. "He's a good man and Susan is real. I just know she is. She sounds like a swell woman. No one could make up such an incredible, sexual story, not even a fiction writer of erotica."

"I dunno," said Michael a retired school administrator. He ran a slow hand over his nearly bald head. "He paints such a realistic picture of her that I don't even have to imagine her to wonder what she looks like. I can just see her as if she's standing here in his room and, judging him by his description of her, I think she's real," said Michael looking off in the horizon as if he was seeing her now.

"Me too," said Lance. "I think Susan exists too."

"Holding his hand, and talking to him from his bed, he's a lucky man to have found such a loving, young, beautiful woman," continued Michael. "No doubt, the imagined image of her and of having someone who looks like her in my life helps me get through my day, even if she's not my girlfriend but his. Whether imagined or real, he's such a lucky bastard to have such a woman like her in his life. Man, I wish, just once in my life, that I had a girlfriend who looked like her. I don't know what I'd do first, hug her, hold her, kiss her, or make love to her."

"I'd like to think she's real and I hope she is real," said Bill a retired aeronautical engineer. "Discovering that Glenn is lying, which I don't think he is, is sort of like finding out there's no Santa Claus after all those wonderful stories that Glenn told us about her, especially the sexy ones. Giving me more to believe in than only Michael Douglas with Catherine Zeta Jones and Ice-T with Coco, I'd like to think that one of us old codgers is getting laid by a woman nearly half his age and a woman who really loves him." He looked from one man to the other. "How hot is that? Yeah, that's my sexual fantasy, a young, beautiful, busty, blonde woman interested enough in me to fall in love with me and to give me sex. How hot is that?"

"I don't care if she's imagined or real," said Lance putting his big hands on his knees and leaning forward, "what does it matter? Just what Joe said, you're just jealous Jimmy." After shooting Jimmy a stern stare, he looked from one man to the next. "As far as I'm concerned, believing Glenn that Susan exists is better than imagining short, fat nurse Kathy naked, which I've done many more times than I care to admit before Glenn arrived with his sexy and surreal stories of Susan.

"You tell him Lance," said Joe while giving Jimmy a hard look.

"I haven't had such good nights sleep, if you know what I mean," said Lance moving his hand back and forth in the motion of giving himself a hand job, "since Glenn was admitted to Happy Valley Nursing Home and told us all about Susan." He looked from Jimmy to Michael to Joe and to Bill before finishing his thought. "Even if she's not real, he tells a damn good story, a damn good story. I'd much rather listen to Glenn talking about Susan than playing checkers and cards with you Jimmy."

The five, old men sat huddled together and whispered as if they were talking about naked photos in Playboy magazine when they were teenagers. With a cup of steaming hot coffee in hand, Glenn pushed the big handicap button to swing open the door and emerged outside to the bright sunshine. Careful not to trip on the flagstone, he gingerly walked out to the patio to take his seat with his friends.

"Ah," he said looking up to the sun. "Another day of sunshine at Happy Valley. It's days like this that I don't miss living in Boston with all of the cold wind coming off Boston Harbor, all of that knee deep snow, and all of that gridlock traffic downtown."


Woman in White and Daddy Glenn Ch. 01



"Here he is. The man of the hour. Hi Glenn," said Joe. "How are you feeling today?"

"Other than my sore hip, my swollen ankles, my disjoined knees, and my bad back bothering me in the way of an old, sexually frustrated, lesbian nun in parochial school armed with an 18" ruler, I'm good," he said with a laugh. "I'm hoping that sitting out in the sun will make me feel better," he said shading his eyes to look up at the sky again before smiling at his five friends.

"We have a chair for you right here by me," said Joe. "Sit down and relax. I saved you this seat special, knowing how much you enjoy sitting in the sun."

"Tell us about Susan, Glenn," said Jimmy with a devious smile. "I'd like to hear more about her," he said with a plastic grin pasted on his face that hid his insincerity.

No doubt not liking that the spotlight of attention was stolen from him with the advent of Glenn, it figures that the cynic that Jimmy was would want to hear more about Susan again. Only, no doubt, hoping to return to playing cards and checkers, maybe instead of just listening to enjoy the story that was true or not, he was hoping to expose Glenn for the liar, the fake, the fraud, and the phony he was by shooting holes in his story.

"Again? Seriously?" He looked from each of his five friends. "You want me to tell you about Susan again? I feel as if all I've done is talk about Susan, the love of my life, since I came here in an ambulance."

"I'd like to hear the story again," said Michael.

"I have to admit Glenn that it's a good story," said Bill.

"Only start from the beginning," said Lance. "Other than all of the sexual parts, as far as I'm concerned, the beginning is the best part. The beginning is the part where I dream of what happened to you will one day happen to me too," said Lance with a big smile on his face. "I hope you don't mind Glenn but I insert myself with Susan when dreaming about her."

"Mind? I don't mind you dreaming about Susan, Lance. It's your dream," said Glenn with a shrug. "I don't mind you dreaming about Susan at all. I dream about her every night. She's certainly a worthy subject of many men's dreams."

"Yeah, start from the beginning Glenn and tell us more about Susan," said Joe.

To be continued...



Woman in White and Daddy Glenn Ch. 02



Glenn tells Jimmy, Michael, Bill, Lance, and Joe about Susan, his much younger girlfriend.

"Well, okay," said Glenn sitting down and making himself comfortable in the chair that Joe saved for him in the sunshine.

He took a big sip of his black coffee and put his cup down on the table before looking from Jimmy to Michael to Lance to Bill and Joe. In the way they all sat and scooted in closer together, one would think that Glenn was a professor about to hold class outdoors. In the way they leaned their heads in to him, they looked as if they were about to hold hands, close their eyes, and have a séance or bow their heads and pray. Only, adding more fodder to their sexual fantasies and erotic dreams, the five men were there to hear more about sexy Susan, Glenn's young, beautiful girlfriend.

Five elderly men eagerly awaited to hear about their sexual fantasies come true, albeit vicariously through a stranger and a fellow resident of the Happy Valley Nursing Home. When it comes to the eternal horniness of men, apparently, it doesn't stop until they die? No matter what the age, men love seeing, hearing, and reading about sexual fantasies. Wanting to believe that Glenn's stories were all true, Jimmy was the only skeptic in the group ruining everyone's fun and good time.

"Well, today is our anniversary. It was ten years ago today that I met Susan," said Glenn looking from one man to the other. "I can't believe it's been ten years. Time flies when I'm having hot sex," he said with a dirty laugh. "She was barely 30-years-old when I met her and I was 67-years-old. I could still throw her a bang. I was as good once as I ever was, but she could go all night. Meeting her was the best thing that ever happened to me and those ten years were the best years of my life," he said shaking his head in disbelief. "Sorry Mary," he said looking up to Heaven.

"Why were those ten years so good?" Jimmy looked at his friends, no doubt hoping that Glenn would stumble.

"Why was that the best ten years of my life?" Glenn laughed. "Duh? Do the math Jimmy. I was a 67-year-old man with a hot 30-year-old girlfriend," he said laughing loud enough to make everyone sitting at the table laugh with him. He raised his hand to his lips and moved it back and forth as if giving a blowjob before taking another long sip of his coffee.

"Damn," said Joe. "I could use a blowjob right now. Desperate enough, I'd even do chubby, little nurse Kathy, if she'd let me."

"Let me tell you, you've never had a blowjob Joe until you've had a blowjob from a beautiful, young blonde who loves to suck cock. Feeling her big tits and fingering her hard nipples while she looked up at me with those big, blue eyes was enough to make my toes curl. Susan made up for all the blowjobs my wife refused to give me, God bless her soul."

"So you expect us all to believe that this young, beautiful woman was hot for your cock?" Jimmy looked at Glenn with a self-satisfied smile of disbelief while making a sour face and shaking his head.

"Don't listen to Jimmy, Glenn," said Joe. "He's just jealous. He'd rather play cards and checkers than to hear about Susan. He thinks she doesn't exist."

"He'd rather play cards and checkers than to have sex," said Lance laughing and making everyone else laugh.

"That's not true. I'm not jealous," said Jimmy. "I'm sitting here and listening aren't I?"

"Oh, Susan exists alright. I have the hickey marks to prove her existence, only I'd have to remove my pants and underwear to show you," he said with a dirty laugh.

"Please continue Glenn," said Joe.

"Well, I remember it as if it all happened yesterday. After having just retired from working forty years with the state of Massachusetts, minding my own business, I was sitting on a park bench in the Boston Common feeding pigeons, as I've done so very many days before. With nothing to do, no place to go, and so little money to spend on entertainment, not that I needed much other than the Boston Red Sox, the New England Patriot, the Boston Celtics, and the Boston Bruins games on TV, I viewed the pigeons as my only friends," he said with a laugh. "Bored out of my skull and after seeing some of the same ones every day, I even named some of the pigeons by the distinctive coloration of their feathers," he said laughing again.

"I hope my life never comes to me sitting on a frigging park bench feeding pigeons," said Jimmy mumbling beneath his breath. "I'd kill myself first before I named a frigging pigeon," said Jimmy. "God help me. I hate getting old," he said slamming his fist down on the table. "Getting old sucks!"

"Anyway," continued Glenn and ignoring Jimmy's outburst. "After my Mary died, God rest her soul, no longer deemed a couple but a widower, with the friends that I had no loner calling to talk and inviting me to their homes to visit, I was so very alone again with my thoughts."

"Sorry for your loss," said Joe. "I lost my wife too."

"I'm divorced and good riddance," said Bill. "I thought it would be fun to live alone, but the novelty of being alone with no one to talk to quickly grew to boredom and depression. I mean there's only so much beer that I can drink and football that I can watch," he said with a laugh, "but I'm not there yet."

"Happy as a clam with no wife and no children, I never married," said Michael. "That's not to say that I wouldn't mind having a hot, young, busty, beautiful blonde in my bed," he said with a dirty laugh. "I could make her happy. Allow me to clarify my remark. She could make me happy," he said making everyone laugh.

"Sorry for interrupting," said Joe. "Please continue with your story Glenn."

"Bored and lonely, as you just said Bill, I remember that day thinking that I was hungry but not hungry enough to eat another God damn banana, forgive me Lord," he said looking up to the sky, "or anther Spam sandwich, bowl of soup, or more peanut butter crackers."

"I never had Spam," said Michael.

"It's not bad," said Joe.

"What's Spam?" Lance looked from Glenn to Joe.

"A mystery meat with the fan following of a Twinkie. No one really knows what it is," said Bill.

"I think it's road kill reconfigured to look and taste a little like ham," said Michael.

"Instead of being hungry for food, I was hungry for something else," said Glenn continuing. "Filled with a deep restlessness and feeling as if I was missing out on something, as unbelievable as it may sound after being married for forty-years, feeling lonely, I was hungry for the companionship of a woman. Yet, now that I was single, a widower, I wasn't hungry for just any woman," he said looking from one man to the other. "I had my pick of widows. My last hoorah, I wanted someone special."

"Wow," said Joe.

"Shhh," said Jimmy.

"For the first time in my life," continued Glenn, "I was thinking about a young, beautiful, shapely woman," said Glenn making the hour glass shape with his hands. "Maybe because I had just watched the Miss America beauty pageant a few months back and lusted over all of those young beautiful women. Maybe because after sitting on that park bench day after day and seeing so very many beautiful women walk by me, I wanted someone who looked like her or her or her or," said Glenn pointing to imaginary women walking by him.

"This is where Susan comes in," said Joe rubbing his hands together. "I love this part of the story."

"Just let him tell the story Joe without interrupting him," said Jimmy rolling his eyes. "Maybe after he's done going on about Susan again, we can finally play some cards," said Jimmy picking up the deck of cards and endlessly shuffling them.

"After being faithfully married to the same woman for so very long, for some sordid reason, perhaps because I never had hot sex in my life, I wanted the sexual company of a young, hot woman. Sorry Mary," he said looking up to Heaven again while crossing himself and kissing his fingers as if he was holding rosary beads. "In the way that some men pray to win the lottery, every day that I sat on that park bench feeding a giant flock of cooing and shitting pigeons, I prayed to God to deliver me a hot, young woman," he said looking from each of his friends. 

"Positive thinking and praying to Jesus is the best way to get whatever you want in life," said Joe. "Trust me. I know."

"Is that why you're here with the rest of us because you prayed to God to end your days living in this nursing home? Give me a break," said Jimmy shooting Joe a look as if he was going to come across the table at him.

"That day, right after my daily prayer which had turned more into an hourly mantra than a prayer, I saw her walking towards me in the distance," he said looking off to the distance as if she was there walking towards him now. "As if she was walking alone, the sunlight lit her up as if the sun was her personal spotlight. As if she was an Angel without wings put on Earth for me and delivered to me, wearing a snow, white suit and a halo of golden hair, God answered my prayers."

"This is it. Here comes the good part," said Joe rubbing his hands together again. "I love this part of the story too."

"Gees, just let him tell the frigging story Joe. Just let him tell the story so that we can play some cards," said Jimmy.

"As if commanded to do so, I remember turning from watching the pigeons eating the stale bread that I gave them to watching this beautiful, young women dressed all in white approaching me. One slow, sexy step at a time, she walked nearer and nearer. With the spotlight of sun now on her back and illuminating her as if she was a golden vision walking down glistening sunbeams sent from Heaven, her blonde, long hair rode the gentle breeze as if her hair was floating on water. As she neared closer, the only color she had beside her lush, long, blonde hair, was her two big, baby blues that sparkled as if she was decorated with gemstones, precious sapphires, instead of eyes," said Glenn.

"As if I'm there watching her, I can just see her walking closer and closer," said Michael closing his eyes, putting his head back, and smiling.

"In the way that she approached me, she could have been a model walking a half mile long runway. I watched her walk nearly the entire length of Tremont Street from Boylston Street to Park Street before she stopped in front of my park bench. Why here? Why Now? Why me?"

"Why Not?" Jimmy laughed.

"Stunned that she stopped to talk, after praying to God to deliver her, all I could do was to look up at her, stare, and smile. As if she was an Angel, a vision of loveliness, she was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was my sexual fantasy come true," said Glenn.

"Wow," said Joe and being quiet after feeling Jimmy's heated stare. "That's so unbelievable," he whispered beneath his breath.

"See? I told you that the beginning of the story was the best part of the story," said Lance.

"I couldn't believe she stopped in front of my bench. I couldn't stop staring at her. Just as I couldn't believe I was looking up at someone who looked like her, I couldn't believe she was looking down at someone who looked like me too. Mesmerized by the sexy sight of her, as if she was delivered to me from the good Lord above, I couldn't believe she was standing there before me. Thank you Jesus. Thank you Jesus. Thank you Jesus, I thought to myself," said Glenn holding up his hands while looking up at the sky.

"God is good," said Joe looking up at the sky too. "That's proof that God listens to our prayers."

"Oh brother," said Jimmy.

"Even in my best sexual fantasy, I couldn't have created a more beautiful and sexy woman," continued Glenn. "As soon as she arrived in front of my bench, as if personally delivered to me, with the stale bread all eaten, the pigeons walked and flew off to crowd around another park bench that had another old man passing out free food. If only he knew that my prayers had just been answered, I wondered if he'd believe me. Who knows? Maybe instead of praying for his own version of Susan, he was praying to win the lottery."

"Maybe with so very men praying to win the lottery and not enough praying for someone like Susan, is the reason why so very few of us get their wish," said Joe. "Instead of praying to win the lottery, I'm going to start praying for a Susan of my own."

"May I sit here?" She looked at me as if I owned the bench and needed my permission to sit.

"Sure, I said. I wanted to add that I'd love her company. Yet, figuring that someone as young and as beautiful as she was would never want to talk to an old man like me, even though I was thinking all kinds of nasty, dirty, and inappropriate thoughts, I didn't say anything else. I just couldn't stop staring at her. She was so beautiful and so sexy. Never have I seen a woman so stunning."

"I think there's someone following me," she said looking back from where she came with trepidation before returning her attention to me. 

"There is?" I looked where she was looking too but with people continually walking towards us and by us, no one stood out to me in the way she viewed the crowd.

"Yes, I believe so," she said turning from me to look for who she thought was following her. "I can sense his evilness."

"My excuse to stare longer at her when she wasn't looking and when she turned to look from where she came, I stared at the back of her beautiful, blonde hair, at her slim waistline, at the shapeliness of her round backside, and the huge impressions her breasts made in her white suit. As if God made her expressly for me, she had such an incredible body and I couldn't have created a more perfect woman."

"Thank you for the company," she said looking at me to flash me her electric smile. "You're my lifesaver and my special Angel sent here from God to protect me," she said swooning and leaning to me to wrap her arms around my neck and give me a hug as if I were her degenerate Daddy and she was my incestuous daughter. I could only wish.

For her to think of me as her lifesaver and her special Angel, the humor didn't escape me that someone so young, so beautiful, and so sexy was the answer to my prayers, when someone so old, so decrepit, and so horny was the answer to her prayers. If only she could read my mind, she'd slap my face. If only she knew all that I was thinking of doing to her beautiful body, she'd be so embarrassed.

"As if I wasn't before the sexy smell of her drifted up my nose and into my perversely perverted brain, her perfume made me dizzy with sexual desire for her. If I thought she was beautiful before she smiled, she was even more beautiful now that she was smiling at me as if I was Ryan Reynolds sitting there naked and with thousands of hundred dollar bills pasted to my hot body. Then, when she moved closer to me as if she was about to kiss me, pressing her beautiful body against me, I couldn't believe she hugged me. He hugged me. This beautiful creature hugged me," said Glenn showing his disbelief. "I couldn't believe that she volunteered her gratitude to be with me when I was so afraid to give her mine."

"How come something like this never happens to me?" Joe looked at him an laugh. "Dogs and children love me but not hot women."

"Being the pervert that I am," continued Glenn, "when she thanked me for the company and called me a lifesaver and her special Angel, I couldn't help but imagine being with her in all manners of undress," said Glenn. "I imagined what she'd look like in her sexy bra and bikini panty. With her, no doubt, having big, full, D cup breasts, I imagined what she'd look like topless. I imagined what she'd look like naked and in bed laying beneath me and on top of me bouncing up and down. As if I had already seen her naked, my mind was reeling with an erotic video of us having hot sex," said Glenn.

"You wouldn't happen to have any pictures of her," said Jimmy.

"No," said Glenn.

"I didn't think you would," said Jimmy with a satisfied smile.

"Knock it off Jimmy. Whether Glenn's stories are true or not, you're ruining everything. I for one happen to think his story is true and Susan exists," said Joe.

"Me too," said Lance.

"I do too," said Michael.

"So don't I," said Bill.

"Bullshit. It's all bullshit," said Jimmy picking up the deck of cards again, reshuffling them, and dealing himself a hand of Solitaire.

"Please continued Glenn," said Joe.

"Wishing I was alone with her instead of sitting on a park bench in the middle of the crowded Boston Common, I'd like nothing better than to take her to a more quiet place to talk but with my condo so small and messy, I didn't dare invite her home. Besides, such a bold and brazenly transparent move, I had just met the woman and asking her to come home with me was something that a much younger and better looking man would do," said Glenn.

"So what did you?" Really getting into the story, Joe seemed eager for it to continued even though he continually delayed the progression of the story with all of his interruptions.

"If you'd just shut the Hell up Joe, he'll tell you what happens next in all of his made up bullshit," said Jimmy slamming down the cards when he was stuck and had to deal himself another hand of Solitaire.

"Instead, I'd be happy if she'd accompany me to Starbucks for a cup of coffee and a cookie or a muffin so that we could just talk while I just stared at her," he said with a laugh. "While sitting there drinking our coffees and eating our muffins, I'd imagine she was my sexy girlfriend when, no doubt, everyone would think that she was my daughter or some gorgeous call girl that I hired for the day. Then, she said something that I imagined a man asking a woman."

"I'm sorry for being so forward but do you live around here?" She appeared so nervously frightened and she continued staring back from whence she came as if expecting someone else to appear.

"I do," I said. "I live just across from the Common," I said pointing up to my condo on the 16th floor of Tremont on the Commons. She looked up to where I was pointing before she continued her surveillance of everyone walking toward her.

"Do you have a view of the front or the back?"

"The front," I said. "I can see this bench from my window."

"Perfect," she said.

"One of the first to buy the condo in '68 when first married, I bought my condo years ago before the prices went through the roof. My children have been after me to sell it but I can't bear to sell and leave all the memories behind that I had there with my Mary. Besides, I love the view that overlooks the Boston Common, the Public Gardens, Back Bay, Beacon Hill, Newbury Street, the Esplanade, the Charles River, Boston Harbor, and Logan Airport. I can see practically the entire city from my window."

"I'm so very embarrassed to ask you this and I wouldn't normally ask but you seem like a nice man," she said. "I feel as though I can trust you."

"Ask me anything my dear," I said patting her hand while imagining her asking me if she could have sex with my old, decrepit, albeit still horny and totally perverted body. As soon as I patted her hand, she took my hand in hers, lifted it to her lips, and kissed my fingers. Usually wrapped around my cock every morning, if only she knew where my fingers had been, I don't think she'd kiss them," said Glenn with a dirty laugh.

"Join the old man's club," said Michael. "I've never masturbated as much since I turned 65-years-old.

"Me too," said Bill.

"A real masturbation machine," said Lance, "now that I'm older, nothing has changed since I was a teenager."

"I don't masturbate," said Joe. "Never have."

"Bullshit," said Jimmy. "You shake the entire room every night masturbating over nurse Kathy," he said giving Joe a foul look. "Just finish the damn story so that we can play some cards before my physical therapy."

"Okay," said Glenn. "Where was I?"

"She kissed your frigging fingers," said Jimmy, "as if that's a big, frigging deal."




Woman in White and Daddy Glenn Ch. 02



"Oh, okay. Thank you James," said Glenn.

"James? It's Jimmy. No one calls me James but my mother and she's been dead for years."

"As if she turned on a spare generator to my libido, I imagined her kissing every other part of my body, especially one part in particular, if you know what I mean, and I don't mean my ass," he said laughing and making everyone laugh but for Jimmy. "I couldn't believe she kissed my fingers. I'll never wash my hand again," I thought.

"Thank you for being so kind, she said.

"She looked at me in the way my daughter used to look at me when asking me if I'd take her out for ice cream or to buy her something from the toy store. I couldn't say no to my daughter then and I certainly wasn't about to say no to Susan now, whatever it was she was about to ask me."

"What's wrong? What is it?"

"I'm just so very afraid," she said clenching my hand as if she was afraid I'd leave her. "I know this may sound weird but may I go home with you?"

"Fuck me," said Lance. "I wish that was me. I wish some young, beautiful broad would say that to me."

"Wow," said Joe. "That's incredible."

"Every man's dream to have a sexy woman ask him to take her home with him, that's so unbelievable," said Michael. "In all the bars I've been to over the years, that's only happened to me once that a woman asked to go home with me. Unfortunately, she had a penis."

"Gross," said Joe.

"If someone who looks as hot as Susan looks asked to go home with me, I would have asked her to marry me right there on the spot even if she had a penis," said Bill with a laugh. 

"It's a good story," said Jimmy rolling his eyes, sighing, and picking up the deck of cards to shuffle them again and again.

"As soon as I stood, she took my arm and escorted me across the street. As if I was Richard Gere in Pretty Woman and she was my shapelier and better looking, blonde version of Julia Roberts, I still remember the look on the doorman's face when I walked by him with Susan attached to my arm. Even though my condo was a mess, my excitement was so high that I don't even remember taking the elevator up to my floor and unlocking the door. As soon as we entered, ignoring the mess of newspapers, magazines, books, clothes, and dirty dishes, she walked right over to the wall of windows that overlooked where we had just been sitting."

"I knew it! I just knew I was being followed. There! That's him," she said pointing to man as if pointing out a man in a police lineup. "That's him! That's my Ex. He said if he ever caught me alone, he'd kill me. I'm so afraid," she said turning to fall in my arms as I walked to the windows to look.

"Just the feel of her huge, firm breasts pressed against my chest, the fresh smell of her long, blonde hair, her sexy perfume, and the feel of her shapely body in my arms gave me the beginnings of an erection, something I haven't had in a few years, since Mary was first sick."

"Should we call the police?"

"I looked over her shoulder to where she had been looking but there was no one there. The man she had seen was gone." 

"No," she said. "The only thing I can do is to take out a restraining order against him but I'd rather him not know my address."

"Forgive my rudeness," I said. "Here you are a guest in my condo and I don't even know your name. I'm Glenn," I said holding out my hand.

"Susan, Susan Jill Parker," she said taking my face in her hot, little hands and kissing me square on the lips. "Thank you," she said.

"Never expecting her to kiss me, I was shocked. Catching me by surprise, I didn't even have time to pucker. Wishing she'd kiss me again when I was ready, I'd love to return her kiss."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for saving my life Glenn. You truly are my Angel."

"As if I was a dizzy dame, I swooned with her kiss, by the sensation of her big breasts pressed against my body, and by the feel of her shapely body in my arms. I wanted to kiss her again and not knowing what got over me, I couldn't believe it when I did. I wrapped my arm around her slim waist, pulled her to me, and kissed her on the lips as if I was a younger man and she was my sexy girlfriend. Only, this time it was more than a peck and more than a smooch. It was a real kiss. I couldn't believe I was kissing this beautiful, young woman.

She broke off the kiss and pulled back to look at me with her big, blue eyes. Expecting her negative reaction, I thought she was going to slap my face and bolt out the front door but she didn't. Instead she returned my kiss with her kiss and parted my lips with her tongue. Pinch me because I'm dreaming. This beautiful woman was French kissing me," said Glenn.

"Holy shit," said Joe. "That's unbelievable."

"You got that right," said Jimmy.

"I'd give anything to be in your shoes," said Lance.

"If it wasn't a true story, I'd think that this was my sexual fantasy," said Michael.

"You are one lucky bastard Glenn," said Bill.

Seemingly no longer listening, Jimmy sat in silence while playing Solitaire.

"I couldn't believe that I was making out with her. I haven't kissed a woman since I kissed my Mary good-bye at her wake before they closed her coffin. I haven't made out with a woman like that since my Honeymoon," said Glenn.

"I remember making out like that with my sister Irene," said Joe. "We were both drunk and playing spin the bottle--"

"Please don't tell that story again Joe," said Jimmy. "You embellish it every time you tell it making it hotter and hotter as if it's your sexual fantasy to have sex with your sister and not really what happened."

"Yeah, well, no longer embarrassed to admit it at my age, my sister and I did have sex," said Joe. "Sorry Glenn. Please continue with your story."

"As if I was suddenly blessed or cursed with the hands of a horny teenager, my right hand went right for her round ass while my left hand was feeling her D cup breast. She had a wonderful ass and her big tit felt so good in my hand," said Glenn.

"I wish I was there feeling her up while making out with her," said Lance.

"After a steady diet of being married to Mary, I never felt such a big breast. Matter of fact, now that I think about it, I haven't felt up a woman like that since Prom night when I was dating Mary's girlfriend, Donna, before I started dating my Mary," said Glenn.

"Don't get me started about Prom night. My sister was three years older than me and I took her to my Prom," said Joe.

"Don't even go there," said Jimmy.

"Barely 18-years-old, Donna was the first woman who allowed me to stick my horny hand down her dress and inside of her bra. Her nipple was the first nipple I ever fingered and I couldn't believe it when she removed her straps and showed me her tits, C cuppers and allowed me to suck her nipples. Let me tell you, after having a steady diet of feeling and having sex with a woman my age, sorry Mary, feeling Susan's big boobs and ass felt blissfully exciting for me to feel an ass so round and breasts so firm."

"My first blowjob was prom night," said Joe. "My sister was drunk and--"

Jimmy shuffled and snapped the playing cards louder than necessary to purposely interrupt Joe's train of thought.

"Go on with your story Glenn," said Lance. "You're coming to the good part."

"I'm sorry," I said to Susan. "I don't know what got over me. Please forgive me. With just one kiss you got me so excited," I said falling backwards on my couch. "It's been a long while since I've been with a woman and I've never been with a woman who looks like you."

"Don't be sorry. You have no reason to apologize. I don't mind you having your wicked way with my body," she said. "It's the least that I can give you for the safe shelter you've given me. I feel as if I owe you for saving my life from my ex. I can't tell you how many times he's beaten me and pushed me down the stairs."

Not believing my eyes, I watched her remove her light, white, suit coat to reveal a blouse so thin that I could see the outline of her big bra. I couldn't believe my eyes when her fingers started unbuttoning her blouse while she stared at me with her big, blue eyes.

To be continued...



Woman in White and Daddy Glenn Ch. 03



Older man with a younger woman, 

Alone and lonely, 67-year-old Glenn and 30-year-old Susan have sex for the first time.

"Wait, I said making eye contact with her and being lost in her stare," said Glenn to his five friends. "An opportunity of a lifetime and perhaps my last opportunity in my lifetime, I didn't want her to rush removing her clothes. Something so sensuous and sexy needed to take the appropriate time to make it a memory that will last me the rest of my days," said Glenn with all of them hanging off of his every word but for Jimmy. "If you don't mind, I'd love to undress you."

"When she saw my old, wrinkled hands," said Glenn looking down at his old hands before looking around at his five friends. "Being that I hadn't seen a body so young in thirty years," he said with a sad, little laugh. "I hoped she wouldn't come to her senses and change her mind to show me what she was about to show me." 

"I'd like that as well, she said with a sexy smile shocking me into an even higher level of sexual arousal. She put her arms by her side to allow me access to her body and stepped closer to me," said Glenn.

"Oh boy, here comes the good part," said Joe rubbing his hands together as if he was the one getting lucky.

"I couldn't believe this oh, so young vision of loveliness was allowing me to undress her. As if all of my sexual fantasies come true were wrapped up in Susan, I couldn't have picked a better sexual scenario than this. Even at my age, especially at my age," he said with a laugh. "I was so sexually excited to unbutton her blouse," said Glenn.

"You are one lucky bastard," said Joe. "You are such a lucky bastard to undress a woman so young and who looks like her. I'd give my right nut to be you."

"Bullshit! Woman my ass," said Jimmy. "Everything he says is a lie. He's telling you all exactly what he knows you want to hear. None of this is real. All he's doing is sharing his sexual fantasy with you. Don't you see that?" Jimmy looked from one of his friends to the other. "Why can't you see that?"

"At this point," said Bill. "Whether real or imagined, it doesn't matter to me. I like the story. Don't mind Jimmy, Glenn. Please continue with your story."

"As if I was an excited teenager home alone with his slutty babysitter, not that Susan is slutty. Yet, she's a such a sexual and sexual woman, something that I never had being married to my Mary," said Glenn. "An exhibitionist, she confessed later, she has no compunction about exposing, flashing, and showing her beautiful body to men, so long as it appears accidental." 

"Wow! Exhibitionist woman meet voyeur man," said Joe smiling broadly to his new best friend, Glenn. "I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to watch you undressing Susan."

"Just once, I wish I had an exhibitionistic girlfriend," said Lance. "I can only imagine all of the up skirts and down blouses I'd ask her to do while watching her teasing men. I can only imagine all of the fun I'd have with her exposing her panties to a shoe salesman in a shoe store and having her bend forward on an escalator on the pretense of tying her shoe while wearing a short skirt. I'd love to ride around with her while she flashed her tits to truckers on the highway and flashed her naked body to bored boyfriends and husbands waiting outside of a curtained dressing room for their girlfriends and wives," said Lance. "Then, there's the beach. I'd have her lose her bikini top with every little wave," he said with a dirty laugh.

"All the woman I've been with aren't as proud of their bodies as your Susan, Glenn. They dress and undress in the dark or in the bathroom," said Bill. "Just once I'd like to have a woman who's proud of her body and not shy about removing her clothes to strip naked in front of me without turning off the light first."

"My sister, Irene, wasn't shy about undressing in front of me. She was always walking around the house naked. She had one Hell of a body," said Joe stopping himself from continuing when Jimmy shot him a dirty look. "Sorry for interrupting again Glenn." 

"With it having been a long time undressing a woman who wasn't my wife, I sat up on the edge of the couch as she walked to me. With trembling hands and shaking fingers, taking my time, I slowly and methodically unbuttoned each of the buttons of her blouse. With my hands resting against her massive blouse and bra clad breasts, her tits were so big and so firm," said Glenn. "Hoping she'd allow me to see them, I couldn't wait to see them, touch them, feel them, fondled them, and suck them."

"Wow," said Joe. "I can just see her big tits."

"Not unbuttoning the next button until looking to see what that unbuttoned button revealed, I couldn't believe the sight of her long line of cleavage and the sight of her sexy, blue bra. Thinking that she'd slap my hand away at any moment, instead, she allowed me to feel her big tits through her blouse and bra while fingering her emerging nipples before continuing to unbutton the next button," said Glenn.

"My sexual fantasy come true, I'd love nothing more than to undress a young, sexy woman," said Michael.

"There's nothing like the sensation of feeling a woman's tits through her blouse and bra while French kissing her and while she feels my cock through my pants," said Bill. "I just love it."

"Me too," said Lance. "French kissing her while feeling a woman through her clothes is my favorite thing to do. I'm jealous of you Glenn."

"As if a boy playing with a new toy, I couldn't remove my hands from her big tits," said Glenn. "Not wanting to rush things, before continuing unbuttoning the next button, I felt and fondled her breasts through her blouse and bra while fingering the big impressions her nipples made through her clothes. Finally continuing, I unbuttoned the next button of her blouse and peeked inside her blouse to see what I could see."

"I hope you're a man who like tits, she said looking down at her exposed pale, blue bra and long line of cleavage," said Glenn to his friends. "Because I have really big ones, she said shooting me a sexy smile. She put a hand beneath each bra cup and, as if serving them up to me, lifted them as if they were a heavy load and, by the immense size of them, undoubtedly, they were," said Glenn.

"I love your big tits, I said leaning my head forward to bury my face and bask in her mountainous melons and deep valley of cleavage. My wife had small breasts," said Glenn to his friends. "Lost in the soft firmness of her big tits and forgetting my deceased wife's name, Margret, Mandy, Maureen, for the life of me, I couldn't think of Mary's name. It was a real sexual joy for me to experience breasts so big, so full, so shapely, and so firm."

"Take off my blouse and hand it to me so that I can fold it. I don't want it to wrinkle she said," said Glenn quoting Susan.

"I undid the buttons of her cuffs and watched her remove her blouse, fold it, and lay in upon my couch pillow. She had such beautiful skin. There wasn't a part of her that wasn't beautiful. Not knowing what she'd want me to do next, unbutton and unzip her short skirt or undo her sexy bra, I just stared at her standing there in her bra. Not wanting to prematurely stop her striptease by seeming being too eager and too aggressive, I waited for her direction while still staring at her in her sexy bra. Mary only wore white bras and a black bra if she was wearing something formal. She never wore colored lingerie and Susan's blue bra was the sexiest bra I ever saw."

"As if she's right here, right now, I can just see Susan in her pale, blue bra," said Michael closing his eyes. "No doubt coming in handy later tonight, if you know what I mean," he said with a dirty laugh. "Thank you for the image of her in her bra Glenn."

"Maybe this was it, I thought. Maybe for my rescuing her from her ex, my reward was her simply allowing me to French kiss her, allowing me to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples through her clothes, and allowing me to see her in her pale blue bra. In the words of the late, great Peggy Lee, is that all there is? If that's all there was, happy with that, I'd settle with that. Yet, now that she allowed me to feel her breasts through her clothes and see her bra clad breasts without her blouse, I wanted to see more than just her bra and feel more than just her cleavage," said Glenn.

"If that was me," said Joe, "I'd already have her bra lifted up and her tits out. If that was me, I'd be all over those huge knockers. No doubt, if that was me, I would have ruined my chances with her by frightening her away."

"If that was you my ass," said Jimmy. "Being that she's not related to you by blood, that would never be you with normal woman."

Joe gave Jimmy the finger while sneering at him.

"Much like opening an expensive gift," said Michael, "just as Glenn did, you have to take your time with a woman like that and not rush the moment."

"Maybe the reason for my lack of confidence was that I was so much older and she was so much younger," said Glenn with reality taking hold of his eyes and his facial expression. "No doubt, I figured she felt awkward and was self-consciously embarrassed by the grateful attention that I paid her for allowing me to undress her and show me her hot body. It was then that the truth confronted me by bursting my sexual fantasy bubble," said Glenn.

"What did you run out of lies? I figured this would be where the story would end," said Jimmy.

"Not by a long shot," smiled Glenn. "Too old for her to be turned on by me, I was old and she was young. Maybe my fun was limited to stopping there with only French kissing her, seeing her bra, and fondling her tits through her bra before exposing the really good parts of her. Already with lots of masturbation fodder for later, after she left, I was okay with that."

"Now that's a sad reality to confront," said Lance, "that we're all old men and passed our prime. I've long fantasized about being with a young chick, only the older I get the more that I realize that it will never happen. Nurse Kathy is looking better to me now," he said with a laugh.

"You're so beautiful, I said hoping she'd continue my erotic fantasy and not get dressed," said Glenn.

"Thank you, she said looking down at herself. Now my skirt, she said turning around and leaning forward at the waist as if teasing me by putting her perfect ass in my face," said Glenn to his friends.

"Fuck me," said Joe. "I would have unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt with my teeth. "I did that with my sister once when we--"

"Zip it Joe. I'd much rather hear Glenn's lies than your incestuous comments about your slutty sister," said Jimmy.

"My sister was a lot of thing but slutty isn't one of them. Take that back," said Joe getting angry enough to grit his teeth and clench his fist.

"I'm sorry Joe," said Jimmy. "I take the comment back that your slutty sister was a slut for having incestuous sex with her perverted brother."

"Thank you, I think," said Joe. "Sorry Glenn. I promise not to interrupt again. Please continue."

"Okay," said Glenn. "Happy to oblige her by unbuttoning, unzipping, and continuing to undress her by removing her skirt, I couldn't believe that I was going to see this beautiful woman in her bra and panty. Preferring to see a woman in her sexy underwear than seeing her naked, my sexy uniform of choice, I love seeing a woman in her bra and panty."

"Ditto," said Michael. "The only thing sexier than seeing a woman in her bra and panty is feeling a woman through her bra and panty."

"Without doubt and bar none, she had the most incredible body I've ever seen. With trembling hands and nervous fingers, I unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt. She was wearing matching pale, blue panties and when her skirt fell, she slowly bent at the waist to pick up her skirt while I fondled her wonderful ass through her bikini panty. Daring myself to do it but afraid that I'd ruin a perfect moment and she'd leave, but unable to control myself, I ran a slow, open hand between her legs to cup and finger her panty clad pussy."

"Oh Glenn, you naughty man, she said turning to face me with a laugh. You're such a horny, old man, aren't you? She looked at me and smiled before leaning down to kiss me again. She hardened my cock when she parted my lips with her tongue and French kissed me again," said Glenn.

"I can't believe you went for the gusto and felt her pussy through her panty," said Joe. "You're my hero," he said slapping Glenn a high five.

"My hands were all over her hot body. Feeling her big breasts and fingering her hard nipples through her bra, I felt, fondled, caressed, and squeezed her round ass through her panty before sliding my hand between her legs to cup her pussy again while tracing her slit with my finger. I so wanted to see her naked. I so wanted to lick her before making love to her," said Glenn.

"Now for my bra, she said turning her back to me," said Glenn continuing to quote Susan.

"She was going to show me her tits. I was going to see her tits. I couldn't believe that I was going to see her big tits," said Glenn looking as sexually excited now as he was then.

"I can't wait to see your tits," I said unhooking her bra.

"With her bra still in place, she turned to face me. She was so beautiful and so shapely. I didn't know where to look first, in her big, blue eyes, at her bra clad breasts, or at her panty clad pussy. While holding her bra cups in place, she allowed her bra straps to fall and wiggled her arms out of them before removing her bra to show me her perfect, big, beautiful, and shapely breasts."

"So? What do you think of my tits?" "You have amazing breasts, I said looking up at her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples before looking up at her big, blue eyes and before refocusing my attention to her breasts again."

"Not acting shy, embarrassed, and/or awkward, as if she was a stripper leaning down to me from the stage, she hung her big boobs in my face."

"Firing questions at her as if my mouth was a machine gun, I couldn't contain my sexual excitement. May I touch them? May I feel them? May I fondle them, finger them, caress them, and suck them?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes you may, she said with a sexually excited laugh," said Glenn. 

"She watched my hands having a party with her big tits before taking her erect nipples between my fingers and then taking her hard nipples in my mouth, first one and then the other. I was in Heaven feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and sucking her tits. Never have I experienced a woman with tits so big and so firm," said Glenn.

"You're a lucky man, Glenn," said Michael. "Any one of us would give anything to be in your shoes, that is, except for Jimmy," he said with a laugh.

"I just want to play cards. If I knew that Glenn was telling the true and not making up stories then maybe I'd be into what he had to say with the rest of you but it's all just lies and a work of fiction. There is no Susan. Susan doesn't exist. Susan is just in his mind," said Jimmy.

"I assure you Jimmy that Susan is not a figment of my imagination and is just as real as you are," said Glenn.

"Bullshit," said Jimmy. "Are you telling me and expecting me to believe that a 30-year-old, beautiful, blonde, busty woman would be interested in a 67-year-old man and still be with you ten years later when you're now 77-years-old. In the way of Donald Trump, Hugh Hefner, or Michael Douglas, I'd understand would more believe if you had money, but like the rest of us losers, you don't," said Jimmy.

"What can I say?" Glenn shrugged. "It's your choice to believe me or not. I'm not trying to convince you of anything. I'm just sharing what happened when I met Susan."

"What are you off your happy pill Jimmy?" Joe gave him a smile. "Maybe you should take a nap. You've been cranky."

"Fuck you Joe. I know lies when I hear them and Glenn has you all fooled as if your silly teenagers," said Jimmy.

"Don't let Jimmy stop you from finishing your story Glenn. We all want to hear what happens next," said Joe.

"Okay," said Glenn. "I'll continue and for your information Jimmy, this is a true story and I'm telling it just as it happened."

"Whatever," said Jimmy rolling his eyes while shuffling his playing cards.

"I love your big tits Susan, I said feeling her big boobs." 

"May I suck you?"

"What? Are you kidding me? No way! Get outta here." Jimmy was beside himself now. "You really expect me to believe that a beautiful, busty, blonde broad who isn't a prostitute and high on drugs asked to suck your old, wrinkled cock?" He stared at Glenn. "Bullshit! That's just bullshit!"

"Her question stunned me too," said Glenn. "I couldn't believe my ears. Unaccustomed to a woman willingly wanting to suck me, I was pleasingly shocked. Was I dreaming or was I imagining her asking me to suck my cock? Even though I knew what she asked, unable to stop myself from asking her to repeat her question, I asked her to repeat herself."

"Pardon?"

"You sexually stimulated me by undressing me and sexually excited me by feeling my tits and fingering and sucking my nipples. If you don't mind, I'd like to return the sexual favor by blowing you," she said. "May I suck you?"

"Not a man to refuse a woman's request and not a man to have a woman ask more than twice, I was happy to oblige her," said Glenn with a dirty laugh.

"Some guys have all the luck," said Joe. 

"Sure, of course, I'd love for you to suck me," I said about to unzip myself.

"Allow me to do that for you," she said. "I enjoy undressing my man."

"She called me her man. I couldn't believe she referred to me as her man. If I was excited by the prospect of her blowing me, I was surely excited by her calling me her man," said Glenn.

"Fuck me," said Lance. "I wish a beautiful woman would volunteer to undress me."

"One time," said Joe, "my sister--"

"Don't," said Jimmy. "We don't want to hear about your sister having sex with you. I've seen pictures of your fat, ugly sister and that's just nasty."

"Anyway," said Glenn. "She fell to her knees and felt my bulging erection through my pants while French kissing me and while I felt her tits and fingered her nipples. Still kissing me, she unzipped me and reached her hand inside to feel my hardening cock through my underwear before retrieving and pulling out my erect prick."

"Oh my God, Susan. Except for my wife of forty years, no one has felt or seen my cock," I said watching her staring at my prick. "Just as I couldn't believe she was on her knees topless, I couldn't believe she was staring at my exposed prick while holding me in her hand."

"I wish that was me," said Bill. "Damn, I wish that was me."

"The funny thing about it," said Glenn. "Wanting to do myself proud, even at my age, I wondered how I measured up when compared to other men, especially younger men," he said with a laugh. "I wondered how many men she's had sexually. Being that she was about the same age as my daughter, I wondered how many cocks she's seen, stroked, sucked, and fucked. Only, glad that she was there with me, I cared more about the present than I did about the past."

"Maybe you should remove your pants to give me better access to your penis and balls, she said helping me out of my pants. I love playing with a man's testicles while sucking him and while he feels my tits and fingers my nipples," said Glenn to his nursing home pals.

"There I was sitting on my couch bottomless, something I've never done before. Mary would never allow me to be so exposed," said Glenn looking at his five friends. "Susan sexually attacked me as if she was a man sexually excited over a woman instead of a young woman sexually excited over an old man. She was all over me as if she was a woman just let out of prison after having served a long term. Never has my Mary sucked my cock with such unbridled passion and sexual lust. As if I was an actor in a porn movie, never have I ever received such an incredibly enthusiastic blowjob."




Woman in White and Daddy Glenn Ch. 03



"I just love your big cock Glenn, she said slowly stroking me before leaning her head down to lick me while continuing to stroke me. You have a beautiful prick," said Glenn telling his friends all that happened and all that Susan said.

"Thank you, I said not knowing what else to say when never having been complimented over my prick before," said Glenn.

"She looked up at me with her big, blue eyes while sucking me and stroking me," said Glenn.

"I love when a woman looks up at me with my cock buried in her mouth. That's so hot," said Lance.

"She was really blowing me now and at this rate, it wouldn't be long before I shot a warm, oozy load in her mouth. Only, being the respectful gentleman that I am and not wanting to prematurely ruin things between us, I knew she'd be deeply offended, insulted, and angry with me if I ejaculated in her mouth," said Glenn.

"What's the matter Glenn?" Jimmy gave Glenn a disbelieving look. "Does your lies stop there with half a blowjob?"

"Having never ejaculated in a woman's mouth before," said Glenn ignoring Jimmy, "I was more than curious to know what it would feel like to ejaculate in her mouth. I wished I could cum in her mouth but I knew it would be wrong for me to do that. For the kindness she's already paid me by having sex with my old, tired body, I didn't want to take advantage of her sexual generosity by cumming in her mouth," said Glenn.

"I'll let you know when I'm ready to cum Susan so that you can pull away and I can cum on your tits or in your hand. Here's a tissue. I don't want to make a mess, I said handing her the box. Mary never allowed me to cum in her mouth either, I said disappointed that I wouldn't be allowed to cum in her mouth. A sexual fantasy come true, I would have loved to cum in a woman's mouth before I died," said Glenn to his five friends.

"I won't need a tissue and I promise not to make a mess, she said removing my cock from her mouth to speak and laughing before sticking my big prick back in her mouth," said Glenn.

"Fuck me," said Joe. "You truly are a lucky bastard Glenn."

"As if on a mission and determined to make me cum, she sucked me deeper and stroked me faster," said Glenn.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, she said removing my cock from her mouth for her to speak again. I want to taste you and swallow you," said Glenn quoting Susan.

"Doing all that she allowed me to do, I continued feeling and fondling her big tits while fingering her erect nipples. With her sucking me deeper and stroking me faster, along with my anticipation of cumming in her mouth, and with it being years since I had sex with my Mary, it didn't take me very long to explode a volume of cum in her mouth. Seemingly enjoying me cumming in her mouth, she swallowed every drop of my cum before licking me clean," said Glenn looking around the table at the five men.

"That was amazing, I said. Not that I had a big selection from which to pick, That was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life, I said to her," said Glenn.

"I'm glad you liked it Daddy, she said licking her lips. Maybe later, if you have the energy, you can make love to me. I'd love to feel your big, hard cock deep inside of me while you suck my tits, she said giving me a deep, wet kiss," said Glenn.

"I couldn't believe she called me Daddy, Daddy Glenn, I like it," he said.

To be continued...



Woman in White and Daddy Glenn Ch. 04



Susan exists. Susan is real. Susan is his best friend, wicked younger girlfriend, and she's his red, hot lover. The Woman in White Visits Daddy Glenn in the Nursing Home

Knowing that she was coming to release him from the nursing home this very morning, Glenn sat in the hall with his five friends waiting for Susan to arrive. She was late and Glenn and his five friends had been sitting there for an hour waiting for her. Just as Glenn grew impatient to see Susan again, his five friends grew impatient with Glenn's lies.

"She's not coming Glenn," said Jimmy. "Instead of playing this game that you have a hot, young girlfriend, why not just admit that Susan doesn't exist? The truth will set you free Glenn and allow us to return to the game room. We still have time for a game of cards before lunch," he said looking at his watch.

"Leave him alone," said Joe. "I don't mind sitting out here in the sun waiting for her."

"I don't much feel like playing cards," said Lance.

"Maybe she's stuck in traffic," said Michael patting Glenn's hand.

"It's okay Glenn, if she doesn't show up," said Bill. "I loved all of your stories," he said squeezing his friend's shoulder. "You really had me believing that she was real."

"She's coming. She's just late is all. You know how women take their sweet time to get ready, fixing their hair, or their makeup, and changing their mind about what clothes they're wearing at the last minute," said Lance.

"She called me on the front desk phone. The nurse came and got me," said Glenn. "She said she was on her way. Just like Michael said, she's probably stuck in traffic. My mistake was I should have had you guys talk to her to prove that she's real."

Nonetheless, saddened by her tardiness, he was excited that he was finally going home. This was the big moment, Glenn's big reveal when his five friends would finally meet Susan. After weeks of talking and bragging about her, today was the day that they'd all meet her. Jimmy had cast enough doubt for everyone to suspect that Susan didn't exist. Jimmy even had Glenn thinking that Susan was just a figment of his fertile imagination, which is why Jimmy, Michael, Joe, Lance, and Bill were all out in the hall waiting to see Susan in the flesh.

He just hoped she'd come. He hoped there wasn't something wrong or that she was in an accident. If he had his cell phone with him, he'd call her but with all the heart monitors, pacemakers, and assorted other sensitive machines they had in the nursing home, he wasn't allowed to have a cell phone. No doubt, his five friends thought he was just making another excuse why he couldn't talk to her and call her in front of them.

All eager to meet her, they wanted to see her and talk to her as evidence that she really exists. After being with him for ten years, they didn't believe that a beautiful, young woman would still be with a man old enough to be her father for that long of a time. Surely, she'd be bored with being with him longer before a year, never mind ten years. They could understand an older man getting lucky with a younger woman once or twice, especially if she was drunk, but not an older man getting lucky with a younger women every day for a ten year period. For sure, he had to be lying about Susan. Telling tall tales about having a sexual relationship with her was the only thing that made any sense. Why would a young, beautiful woman want an old man?

Granted she was ten years older now than when they first met. She was only thirty-years-old and he was sixty-seven when they met. Now, she's forty-years-old. Nonetheless, the years have been kind to her and she was still as beautiful as Glenn had described her to be to his friends. With her looking thirty-something-years-old instead of forty-something-years-old, no one would believe that she was forty-years-old. Besides with all five men in their 70's, they'd all be impressed with any of them having a 60-year-old girlfriend, never mind a 40-year-old girlfriend.

'Won't they be surprised to see her?' he thought. 'Won't they be surprised to meet her? Won't they be surprised to know that she's real and every word that I told them is true? He couldn't wait to see her, to kiss her, and to feel her,' he thought to himself while waiting to see her come walking through the front doors and down the long, sunlit hall.

Then, just as he thought that, he saw her. As if she was a distant mirage coming off the hot desert sand, in the same way he watched her the first time he saw her approaching him along the long, straight sidewalk of the Boston Common while walking down Tremont Street from Boylston Street to Park Street, he watched her pushing a wheelchair toward him to collect him to take him home.

"She's here! There she is. That's her," he said pointing. "She's here. She's really here."

As if he was a little boy spotting his mother in the crowd, he was so excited to see her. He couldn't wait to be with her. He couldn't wait to touch her, kiss her, feel her, and hold her. In the way she walked and in the way she looked, as if a thousand love songs played simultaneously through his head in an endless melody, he was even more excited to see her now as he was then.

All dressed in white, as if white was her special uniform or purity, innocence, and virginity, but in the way she's given him passionate sex, she was no virgin. The only color contrasting her linen white suit were her long, lush, blonde hair and her big, bright, blue eyes. His Angel without wings and halo, but an Angel nonetheless, the sunlight shining behind her illuminated her as if she was electric. Even though there were other people walking beside her, in front of her, and behind her, mesmerized by the sexy sight of her and hypnotized by all that he wanted to do to her beautiful body once at home, as if she was walking alone, he only saw her.

Maybe he was getting cataracts but with the white walls of the nursing home looking as if they were white clouds in the background and with her walking down an incline as if she was glistening in the sun's rays that shone through the wall of windows, she appeared as if she was walking down from Heaven. Between the bright light coming from the windows and the light playing off of the white walls and the ceiling, Glenn imagined this was what paradise must be like with his Susan in it. Still pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming even after being together for ten years, he couldn't believe she was coming for him. He couldn't believe she was here. 

Suddenly having doubts that she'd show up because of all that Jimmy had said and hoping that she wouldn't just leave him in the nursing home to die alone, what does someone as young and as beautiful as she obviously is want with an old man with so few, good years left? He wished he was twenty years younger. He wished he was in better health. He wished he had all of his hair and teeth. He wished he knew the answer why she choose him, even though, in truth, he was the one who chose her by asking God for her while sitting on the park bench feeding pigeons.

He wondered if she was with him because she was looking for a Daddy. He wondered if she was with him because she was seeking a safe Haven from men her age who used her, abused her, and beat her, or because he asked God for her, too upsetting to think about why she was with him, he tried not thinking about her reasons why she so loved him. With everything else so very unimportant, he was just happy to know that she did love him and was here to take him home.

As if she was an apparition, a ghostly spirit, and an Angel that descended from Heaven above just to be with him and just to escort him safely back with her when his journey on Earth was finally over, Joe, Michael, Lance, Bill, and Jimmy stared at her as if they were seeing things. Looking at her as if they couldn't believe their eyes, with all of them so talkative before, not one of them said a word, obviously so that they could concentrate on watching her in their stunned silence. As if she was naked instead of being fully dressed and as if they were seeing a ghostly vision, they just stood there and stared at her walking closer to them. Without doubt, compared to all the other women they've seen, they've never seen anyone who looks as beautiful as Susan was when coming for Glenn that day. No doubt, they all wished that Susan was coming for them in the way she was coming to take Glenn home with her.

By their uninterrupted, heated stares, it was obvious that they were all envious of Glenn not only for having such a young girlfriend but also for having such a beautiful, sexy, and shapely girlfriend. Contrary to everything normal, a much older man with a much younger woman, things like this didn't happen in the real world unless the man had fame and fortune. How did he possibly get such a woman? Why him and not them? Why was she with him? He didn't have money, influence, or power. He was just an ordinary man and an old man at that. Average in appearance, he was just a nobody and if only by the looks of her, she was someone special.

The closer she walked, the better she looked. Closer and closer she walked until she was right before them and stopped. She looked amazing. If they all had asked God for a much younger girlfriend, none of them could have created a better looking girlfriend than Susan. In the way that she was Glenn's reality, she was their sexual fantasies appearing before them. 

"Lucky bastard," mumbled Joe under his breath to Michael. "He's such a lucky bastard to have a woman who looks like her."

"She's simply amazing. Such a beautiful woman, I'm in love," said Michael.

Better than presenting his granddaughter, Glenn was beaming with happiness and pride. The fact that she existed and that he had been having intimate sexual relations with his woman made him a hero to the other men. Now that he proved she existed, he was their God.

"May I present Susan, my wicked, young, most beautiful, and sexy girlfriend," said Glenn with a gleeful laugh as if she was an unwrapped gift and this was Christmas.

As if he had been taking testosterone supplements and human growth hormones, suddenly when in the presence of Susan, Glenn looked younger. As if her smiling, shining glow was the fountain of youth elixir that he needed to erase some of his wrinkles and years, his transformation just being in the presence of her was amazing. Was it any wonder why an older man would want a younger woman if looking and feeling younger was the biggest benefit of all?

"She's probably his daughter," mumbled Jimmy to Joe under his breath.

"Guys, may I present Susan. Susan, this is Joe, Michael, Bill, Lance, and Jimmy. The love of my life, this is the woman I told you about in the flesh. Susan is my girlfriend, my best friend, and my lover for the past ten years," he said putting an arm around her slim waist before sliding his hand down to feel her round, firm ass.

Feeling and squeezing her shapely ass, he parked his hand there to show his friends that she was his sexually.

"Hi," said Susan smiling while looking from one man to the other before turning to Glenn to reprimand him as if he was a naughty little boy. "Glenn you're so horny," she said with a laugh. "Can't you wait until we get home?"

"Sorry," he said with a devilishly perverted grin.

"Hi," said the surprised men.

"I'm so pleased to make your acquaintance," said Susan flashing them a big, white smile. "Glenn has told me so much about all of you."

As if giving them the proof that they needed to show that she was real and for them to believe that she was Glenn's girlfriend and lover, Susan leaned down to kiss Glenn. Giving him a deep, wet, French kiss him, she stuck her tongue down his throat and he reciprocated her kiss with his tongue. Stunned into silence, the five men watch Susan feel Glenn's cock through his pants. Returning her lustful desire with his own sexual passion, he had his horny hand down her low cut blouse and bra and was feeling her big tits while fingering her nipples. In sticking his hand down her blouse, he pulled open enough of her blouse to give his friends a great down blouse view of her bra clad breasts. Joe, Michael, Lance, Bill, and Jimmy just stared in silence while looking down Susan's opened top.

"More than any other part of you, except for your lips and your big, blue, beautiful eyes, I missed feeling your big tits Susan," said Glenn.

"As much as I missed your cock, I missed you feeling my big tits and fingering my nipples Daddy," she said with a Heavenly laugh. "I can't wait to get you home to fuck you and suck you," she purposely whispered loud enough in Glenn's ear for the other five men to hear what she said.

"Wow," said Joe staring at Susan kissing Glenn and Glenn having his horny way with Susan's tits. "I may be wrong, but I don't think that's his daughter," he said shaking his head in shocked disbelief.

"She's probably an actress or a hooker he paid to play the part," said Jimmy whispering to Joe and obviously still not believing that someone like her would be with someone like Glenn.

"I really don't care who she is, if she's his daughter, someone he paid, or if she really is his girlfriend," whispered Bill to Jimmy. "This display of genuine affection was well worth me waking up early to see. Damn, I wish someone that young, that beautiful, and that sexy would French kiss me while allowing me to feel her big tits."

"Wow," said Michael. "Just in the way that Glenn has described her, she's as if I've seen her before in my dreams and she's all that I've imagined she'd be."

"Wow," said Lance. "She's even more beautiful than I imagined. If you ask me, Glenn didn't do her justice in describing her. She's the most beautiful and sexy woman I've ever seen in my life since seeing Loni Anderson on WKRP in Cincinnati."

"Fuck me. I don't fucking believe it," said Jimmy kicking a chair and standing away from Glenn and Susan for them not to hear his reaction to them making out and feeling up one another. "Even though I'm seeing it with my own eyes, I still don't believe she exists. How in the Hell did someone like him get someone like her? There is no God when the world is so upside down. How in the Hell does a man as old as Glenn, a man who doesn't have a dollar to his name, other than his retirement and Social Security, get a broad who looks like her? It makes no sense. It just makes no sense."

"I love you Daddy," she said.

"I love you Susan," said Glenn.

"Are you ready to leave this place?" Susan helped Glenn in the wheelchair.

"Ready? I'm absolutely ready to leave this place. I can't wait to sleep in my own bed. I'll drive," he said.

"No need," she said. "There's a taxi waiting out from for us out front."

"Bye Joe. Bye Bill. Bye Michael. Bye Lance. Bye Jimmy," said Glenn waving good-bye to his five friends. "Take care of yourselves and if you're ever in my neck of the woods, you're always welcome to visit me," he said.

She moved the wheelchair up the long hallway and to the curb while the five men followed her and her shapely ass and watched her get in the cab with Glenn.

Firing off photo after photo, needing his camera to prove that he wasn't seeing things, Jimmy couldn't believe his eyes that Susan was real and was really Glenn's much younger girlfriend and lover. Unless Glenn was a billionaire or someone famous, he never would have believed that someone as young and as beautiful as Susan was 77-year-old, Glenn's wicked hot girlfriend. Had he not seen it with his own eyes and filmed it with his own camera, he never would have believe it. Had he not been there to see their affectionate display for himself, he couldn't believe it when Susan French kiss him. He never would have believed that Susan was his lover had he not seen Glenn bury his old, wrinkled hand down her blouse and inside of her bra while feeing her big tits and fingering her nipples. Even after seeing the unbelievable sexy scene between an old man with a young, beautiful woman, he never would have believed it had he not had the photos he just took as proof positive that she truly exists.

Only, when Jimmy looked at the photos after they left, strangely enough, Susan wasn't in any of the pictures. There was just an orderly dressed in white delivering the wheelchair. The pictures were only of Glen and the orderly. Susan wasn't pushing the wheelchair. There was just Glenn being wheeled out of the nursing home with the orderly pushing the wheelchair behind him. He couldn't believe his eyes. How could she not be there? He saw her with his own eyes, they all did. They all spoke to her and she spoke to them.

Was it mass hypnosis? Did they all want to believe so much that Susan existed that they all imagined her in the way that Glenn did? Or was it something else? Was she an Angel delivered down to Glenn because he had faith, because he believed, and because he prayed every day on that park bench while feeding the pigeons. There was only one way to find out the answer and Jimmy was determined to find it out for himself.

To be continued... 



Woman in White and Daddy Glenn Ch. 05



Daughter of darkness, the Devil delivers Jimmy the woman he wished to have.

"What are you doing?" Joe looked from the bag of stale bread to look at Michael, Lance, and Bill before looking back to Jimmy.

"What am I doing?" Defensive after being caught, Jimmy gave his four friends an embarrassed look. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Do you really think that lightning will strike twice Jimmy?" Michael looked at his friend and laughed.

"Is it your plan to sit on the bench and feed the ducks while praying to God for a woman who looks like Susan?" Lance smiled his disbelief at Jimmy and waved a hand of nonsense at him. "You're crazy."

"I don't believe that sitting on a bench while feeding some dumb birds is man's porthole to finding love, sex, and companionship," said Bill. "Maybe you should do what the rest of us do. Join a dating site or sit next to some of the horny, old women and settle for some cheap feels of their tits and ass while putting their hands on your cock after they turn off the lights at movie night. Trust me," said Bill giving Jimmy a wink. "Forcing the hand of a woman on your cock, even a wrinkled, old hand while feeling her up makes you feel like you're a horny teenager all over again."

"You guys can have your feels of the old women. I'd rather take my chances praying to God for my own version of Susan. If something like this can happen to Glenn while feeding pigeons and by praying to God for a young, beautiful, blonde, busty, blue-eyed girlfriend, I'm hoping to do the same by praying to God while feeding the ducks," said Jimmy.

"Good luck with that," said Joe. "There's a lot to say about positive thinking. If that's what you want, I hope that works for you."

"I'm praying that what happened to Glenn will happen to me too. That's my plan. If I have to feed the ducks for the rest of my miserable life, I'm going to feed the ducks while praying for God to send me a young, beautiful woman in the way he sent one to Glenn," said Jimmy with jealous anger and raising his voice in frustration.

Even though he didn't believe it would happen, every day, instead of playing cards and checkers, Jimmy headed down to the duck pond to feed the ducks while sitting on the bench and talking to God. At first he felt ridiculous but had he not seen what happened to Glenn with Susan, he wouldn't have believed it. Obviously, with him not able to take Susan's photo, she's a ghost or an Angel delivered to Glenn for praying to God. Nonetheless her being a ghost or an Angel, as real as any human, they all saw her with their own eyes and talked to her as if she was human and one of them. He wouldn't mind having a ghost or an Angel giving him sex for the rest of her life. He could only imagine how ethereal and Heavenly to have sex with a ghost or an Angel would feel. A cheap date, he wondered what ghosts and Angels ate and drank, if anything at all.

Jimmy sat on the bench tossing out crumbs of bread. As soon as the crumbs hit the grass, the ducks left the water for the sake of some free food. There was a half circle of three dozen or so birds quacking, flapping their wings, and fighting over the crumbs. Suddenly, he was enjoying the experience of feeding dumb birds. Feeding them was calming. Having a dog all of his life, until Buster died before coming to the nursing home, feeding birds was like having pets but without all of the responsibility, the cleanup, and the care. Just as in the way that Glenn had named some of the pigeons, Jimmy even started naming some of the ducks. With each one looking a little different from the other, they were easy to name.

"Here you go Donald, Daisy, Daffy, Birdie, and Aflac," said Jimmy passing out the bread so that each duck received and equal share.

He sat like that staring at the ducks while thinking of Glenn with Susan. If something like her can happen to someone like him, why couldn't he have someone to love too. After the disaster of his first two marriages, he swore off women. Yet, he was lonely, horny, and angry. He needed a good woman to make him sane again. Maybe if he hooked up with a ghost or an Angel she wouldn't be a bitch. Suddenly, he thought about Donald Trump and Hugh Hefner. Maybe their women were all ghosts and/or Angels too. Maybe they learned the secret of praying to God for women long ago.

"Dear God in Heaven," said Jimmy looking up to the sky. "I know I haven't been the best man but if you can hear me, I'd like to experience a beautiful, young, sexy woman before I die. I don't care so much about a woman's age, she doesn't have to be half my age in the way that Susan is to Glenn. She can be in her early sixties for all I care. Really, I don't mind her age so much as her attitude and so long as she still looks young and acts young enough to keep me interested in her sexually, if you know what I mean God."

After a few weeks of sitting on the bench at the duck pond, feeding the ducks, and faithfully praying to God every day, Jimmy felt his prayers were going unanswered. He didn't hear God talk to him in the way that others have said they talk to God and hear God talking to them. Other than a duck shitting on his head, he didn't receive a sign from God that he was even listening to him. He didn't know what else to do other than to continue praying to God and feeding the ducks while naming more of them.

Afraid that this wasn't working in the way that praying to God had worked for Glenn, he feared that because Glenn was a better person, perhaps he had God's ear when he didn't. With no alternative left and a big step for him to take, but wanting to have someone in his life in the way that Glenn had Susan, he turned to the only one he thought could help him. He turned to the Devil. Being that when he died, he was going to Hell anyway for being such a mean and miserable bastard all of his life, he asked Satan for help.

"Dear Devil, being that I never prayed to the Devil before, I don't know how to address you," he said looking down at the ground instead of up at the sky. "Should I call you Devil, the Dark Angel, Satan, or Beezlebub? Well, whatever you're called, I need your help. I need a woman Devil but not just any woman. I need someone who will love me for the rest of my days on Earth in the way that Susan loves Glenn," he said looking around to make sure there was no one there listening to him praying to the Devil.

Desperate to have someone in his life, he felt just as ridiculous praying to the Devil as he did praying to God. Only, with praying to the Devil, literally and figuratively, he was playing with fire. Damming himself and condemning himself to Hell for all of eternity by denying the existence of God and the Holy Spirit for the sake of the Devil's help, he was giving his eternal soul to the Devil in exchange for having a woman for however long he had to live. Was it a fair exchange? Was it worth giving his eternal soul to the Devil for the sake of having a young, beautiful, sexy woman for a few years? Being that he was so lonely, so horny, and so envious of Glenn, and being that he was going to Hell anyway, he thought it was worth trading his soul for a woman.

"I want the rest of my life filled with sex. After all the misery I've had to endure in my life and after all the misery I gave to others to endure, I need someone who will make my last days happy ones. Now, she doesn't have be as young as Susan, Satan. So long as she's wicked pretty and has big tits, I'd be happy with her whatever is her age, that is, so long as she's not older than me and so long as she looks younger than me. I want to make my friends, Joe, Lance, Michael, and Bill jealous in the way that Glenn made me jealous with Susan. Oh, and, in case you don't know how old I am Satan, I'm seventy-five-years-old," said Jimmy.

That day, Jimmy returned to the nursing home feeling bad about himself that he wasn't receiving any help from God and that he was desperate enough to ask the Devil for help. Afraid he'd burn in Hell for all of eternity not so much for the bad life he's lived but more because he asked Satan for his help in finding his dream woman. Wanting to stay in bed than to go down to the duck pond and sit on the bench to feed ducks while praying to Satan, the next day was foggy, damp, and cold.

Dragging himself from bed, just as he did every day for weeks before, he sat on his bench with a bag of stale bread ready to feed the ducks. Only, there were no ducks. Obviously, new to all of this praying stuff, sadly, Jimmy didn't know that it takes longer for God to do good than it takes for the Devil to do bad. Perhaps had he known that God was listening, he would have persevered and continued to pray to God. Too late now, he already had the Devil's attention.

With a colorless and cloudless sky above, everything was surreally and depressingly quiet. Accustomed to hearing crows cawing, birds singing, ducks quacking, and squirrels looking for food, there were no birds or animals about. With everything so calm and with not even a wind to make him feel alive, the lull before the storm, as if there was a big storm brewing and coming, everything was so totally quiet, too quiet, and unnervingly quiet. The fog, the calm, and the quiet unnerved him enough to make him feel that he wasn't sitting there alone. 

Looking over his shoulder and all around him, he felt there was someone there watching him through the fog. Feeling as if he was playing with fire because of having asked Satan for help, he wonder if the Devil had anything to do with the fog and with the ducks not being around. With feeding birds a key ingredient to finding love and sex, how will he ever find his hot girlfriend if there's no ducks to feed? He felt ridiculous sitting on the bench in the fog with a bag of stale bread. Thinking that his prayers, even to the Devil, were going unanswered again, maybe his request for a hot woman doesn't work with ducks. Maybe he needed pigeons but in the way that the city was loaded with pigeons, there were no pigeons around here in the country in the way that ducks were plentiful.

He was about to abandon his bench for the warmth of the nursing home when in the distance there was a dark shadow appearing through the fog. As if materializing from out of nowhere and from out of the mist, the more the fog dissipated the more she emerged and the more he could see her until there was a woman dressed all in black as if she had just come from a funeral. From what he could make out of her, she was shapely and, as she walked closer, he realized that she was beautiful too. Yet, unlike Susan, not having the blonde hair and the blue eyes, she looked more sultry and forbidden than an all American, Texas, beauty queen. She had that blue black hair with dark, mysterious eyes of a raven.

In the way that Susan looked good, this woman looked evil. Being that he was evil too and bored out of his mind living in this nursing home, he could live with a little evil in his life. He pegged her to be in her late fifties or early sixties. The closer she walked the more the fog dissipated until she walked right up to him and sat on the bench beside him. Not leaving him much room, her warm thigh touched his.

"Hi," she said turning to look at him. "I'm De-bor-ah."

As if her name was three different names instead of one, she pronounced each syllable of her name, De-bor-ah.

"Jimmy," he said with a nervous smile. "How do you do De-bor-ah?"

Her eyes were so dark that he was unable to discern her pupils. Her eyes drew him in to stare at her in the way that he stared at Susan's blue eyes. Only, instead of having the feeling of walking through a field of flowers and butterflies in the sunshine with Susan while holding hands and only stopping to kiss and feel her big tits, he had the sensation of walking down a dark, danger filled alley when staring at Deborah.

Dressed all in black, a black half-unbuttoned blouse and a short, black skirt, she had a shapely, sexy figure in the way of Morticia Addams of the Addams family fame. Her dark, shiny, lush hair against her nearly translucent porcelain skin made him wonder if she was an exotic European from a country that he never knew existed. In the erotic way she looked, he wouldn't be surprised if she told him that she was from Hungary, Romania, or Transylvania.

Jimmy loved women with big tits and this broad, if judging her by all the cleavage she was showing, had big ones. Staring more at her deep of valley line of cleavage and at the mountainous impressions that her big boobs made in her black blouse, distracted by her big tits, he had trouble maintaining solid eye contact with her. If her tits looked this big shrouded in baggy black, he could only imagine how big they'd look with her wearing a tight, white blouse. Funny that he'd think that but she reminded him of a dark haired Zsa Zsa Gabor or of Jane Russell of old. Perhaps more appropriately, being that she had such beautiful dark hair and was so stunningly gorgeous and sexually exciting, she reminded him of an older version of Catherine Zeta Jones.

"I'm well thank you," she said giving him a long, lascivious look as if she knew him and knew what he expected of her.

"Are you a resident here?"

Without doubt, if she was a resident, he would have noticed her long before this. For sure, she was one sexy broad that he'd love to sit next to in the dark on movie night while feeling her big tits and putting her hand on his erect cock.

"No, I was just visiting someone but," she said pausing, "I was saddened to learn that he died."

Being that he had been praying to the Devil and being that this was a nursing home, a home of death that was only a short ambulance ride away from the morgue and on the way to the cemetery, and being that she was all dressed in black, he wondered if she was the Angel of death. Her wouldn't mind her taking his life for one night of sexual pleasure with her. Without doubt, he'd die happy and with a smile on his face. What a way to go dying while having sex with De-bor-ah?

"Oh. I'm sorry for your loss."

She looked at him without speaking. As if he was hollow, her dead, dark eyes burned a hole right through him. Vulnerably open to her stare, he felt as if she could see right through him. There was no hiding from or deceiving this one that's for sure. He felt as she already knew all that he was and was still sitting there ready to embrace him.

'Wow,' he thought to himself 'What a woman? Where have you been all of my life?'

"You remind me of him," she said looking at him as if he was that man.

"Who?"

"My late, ex-husband. I've had several of them through the ages," she said with a soft, sexy smile. "I come whenever and wherever I'm beckoned."

Ages? Who says ages instead of years? How the Hell old is this broad, he wondered? A non-believer in reincarnation, if she told him that she's lived many times before, she'd make him a believer.

"I was married twice before. It didn't work out," he said not wanting to get into the spousal abuse, the restraining orders, and the jail time he served for beating his wives when drunk and disorderly.

"What's with the bread?" She looked down at his bag of stale bread. 

"I feed the ducks," he said not wanting to say anything about talking to God and/or to the Devil for the delivery of her. "Matter of fact, I've built quite a relationship with the ducks. I know it may sound odd but I've even named some of them," he said with an embarrassed smile. "If they were all here now, Donald, Daisy, Daffy, Birdie, and Aflac, I'd point out which is which but I don't know where they all are. They're always here every day, about forty of them, male and female with their babies."

"You're funny," she said. "May I?"

She took the bag of stale bread from his hand, reached her hand in the bag, pulled out a fistful of bread, and scattered the crumbs on the ground. As if from out of nowhere and as if she were a magician and they emerged from her hand, immediately a flock of birds landed to eat the bread.

"What kind of birds are those? I've never seen birds that look like that. Are they crows? If they are, they're the biggest crows I've seen."

"They're not crows," she said with a little laugh. "They're Devil birds, the birds of the Devil that he uses to deliver his messages. Edgar Allen Poe's nemesis of danger, doom, disaster, and destruction, they're ravens," she said with a sinister smile. "As big as hawks, ravens are my favorite birds."

He wondered if this was the woman he asked God and the Devil to give him. She had to be. Why else would she be here? If she was the woman he prayed for, even though she was a bit scary in the way that he'd fear a witch, he was pleased with the looks of her. She was beautiful in an exotic way. Looking a little middle eastern, she could be Iraqi, Iranian, or Israeli for all he knew or some mixture of Hungarian and Romanian with a middle eastern influence mixed in with her scary, albeit necessary, Transylvanian heritage.

The two of them sat on the bench not talking while feeding the ravens instead of feeding the ducks. Just as he was one not to divulge his personal information to a stranger, glad for the silence, he never liked a too talkative woman. In the fetching way that she looked, always thinking that he preferred busty, beautiful, blue-eyed blondes, he could be happy with De-bor-ah in his life and for the rest of his days. She gave him a long look before speaking. 

"I came because you summoned me," she said.

"I did?"

"You've been asking for a beautiful woman, one not too young, one who will love you, and one with big tits," she said looking down at her big breasts before looking up at him and resting her hand on his thigh. "I'm her," she said reaching her hand forward to feel his emerging bulge with her fingertips before leaning into him to French kiss him in the way that he watched Susan French kissed Glenn.

As soon as she parted his lips with her tongue, he was lost in her kiss in the way that he imagined Glenn being lost in Susan's kiss. In the way that Glenn did with Susan, he so wanted to reach his hand down her top and bra to feel her big tits while fingering her nipples but, biding his time, he didn't want her to think him crude, lewd, and lascivious. He wanted her to think him more the gentleman that he's not than the pervert that he is.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" As if she could read his mind, she looked down at her cleavage before looking up at him.

"Pardon?"

"I know you want to feel them. I know you can't wait to touch them. I know you've been dying to fondle them to see if my big tits are real. Am I right?"

"Yes," he said removing his focus from her dark eyes to fill his brain with her deep valley of cleavage and mountainous breasts.

Her breasts were so big that he wondered if he put his mouth to her unbuttoned blouse and yelled, if they'd be an echo.

"Well go ahead. Don't be afraid to touch me and to feel me. I like having my breasts touched and felt as much as you enjoy touching and feeling a woman's breasts. We're both too old to waste the little time we have on Earth playing silly pre-teen games. With both of us consenting adults, we're not children. Just because we just met doesn't mean that we must stand on ceremony where you don't kiss and feel me until you bought me dinner after our second or third date. Just as you are obviously horny for me, I'm already horny for you. Feel my tits," she said with an inviting smile while pushing her shoulders back and pushing out her chest.

"Oh my God," he said.

"Don't say that," she said leaning away from him as if he was wearing a necklace of garlic.

"Don't say what?"

"That word," she said pointing her finger as if the word was hanging there before her in mid air and in the way of a big, poisonous bug ready to bite her.

"God? Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?"




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"Yes," she said cowering as if she was the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz after being drenched with water. "Please strike those words from your vocabulary in my presence. He has nothing to do with us."

"Sorry," he said realizing that this obviously must be the woman that he asked the Devil to give him.

Extrapolating the premise that the Devil delivered him this woman, he wondered if she was the Devil herself. Just as he always figured that God would be a man, he never figured that the Devil would be a woman. In the way that they are always at one another, good versus evil, wouldn't it be funny if God and the Devil were once a couple and married with kids. In their divorce settlement because he had better attorneys, being that he was Jewish and enlisted the help of the law firm of Moses and the Twelve Apostles, that she got Hell while he got Heaven.

Ain't that a bitch? Yet, now that he thought more about the Devil being a woman, he thought about his ex-wives, the bitches that they both were, being Devils too. In the way that woman so control men, it made perfect sense to him now that the Devil would be a woman.

Notwithstanding her possibly being Satan, with all the woman he's dated, never has a woman invited him to feel her tits without him spending huge amounts of money on her first and without having dire consequences later, such as babies and supporting her for the rest of her natural life. She didn't have to ask him twice to feel her tits as his horny hands were all over her big boobs while kissing her. As soon as they locked lips again, he reached his hand down her blouse and bra to feel her big, firm breasts while fingering her erect nipples. She had wonderful tits, as wonderful as he imagined Susan's tits were, and he couldn't wait to see them. With his big hand taking up too much room in her tight bra with her big tits hogging most of the room, she struggled to extricate his hand from her tight blouse.

"Would you like to see them?" She looked at him with all the horniness that he had for her.

"See what?"

"My tits silly," she said.

As if she could read my mind, he couldn't believe she asked him if he wanted to see her tits. Even slutty Diane Connolly from the neighborhood on Prom night didn't ask him if he wanted to see her tits. He had to practically pin her to the backseat to lower her dress straps and remove her bra. No woman has ever volunteered to show him her tits. It's always been a wrestling match trying to unbutton their blouses while lifting their bras and forcing their hands on his cock. His kind of woman, he couldn't believe that this woman was already raring to go.

"Here?" He looked all around before looking up at the nursing home on the top of the hill. "Now?"

"There's no one around...just ducks," she said with a sexy smile. 

As soon as he looked down at the ground, there they all were, Donald, Daisy, Daffy, Birdie, and, Aflac. All of his ducks were there looking for food. Quickly he dumped the rest of the stale bread away from the bench to focus more on seeing, touching, and feeling her big tits.

"I'd love to see your tits," he said looking again to see if anyone was coming and if anyone could see them from the nursing home but with a stand of trees blocking the view of anyone looking, they were alone.

As if she was wearing a uniform of all black or if she was a fashion model, a fashion agent, a fashion designer, a fashion editor, or the sexiest Nun he's ever seen, the only color she had on her person was her bright, red lipstick covered lips. Because everything about her was so dark, eerie, and foreboding, except for her beautiful nearly translucent skin, the contrast of her beautiful, blue black hair against her white skin with her bright red lips was startling. He couldn't wait to kiss her again but after being cooped up in that nursing home and going to bed horny from listening to Glenn going on about Susan, he needed to see and to feel her big tits again first. 

Not shy about showing him her breasts, while watching him watch her, she unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her front snapping, black bra. In an instant, her natural tits were right there before his horny eyes. She had big, shapely ones, at least a C cup maybe even a D cup and they looked even bigger on her tall, slender frame. For an old broad, she had an amazing body. If this is what it takes to ask the Devil for his dream woman for the next five or ten years or however much longer he had to live, he would have sold his soul to the Devil years ago.

"Go ahead. Don't be shy," she said pushing her shoulders back and sticking out her naked breasts. "Touch me. Feel me. Fondle me and caress my breasts before sucking my nipples. I want you to touch me, feel me, and suck me. I need to feel your hands, your fingers, and your mouth on my tits," she said closing her eyes and dramatically throwing back her head. "I love when a man has his wicked way with my tits."

As if lost in his new found world of having a woman in his life that he summoned from the Devil, he touched her big breasts. He felt her big breasts. He fondled her big breasts before caressing her big breasts and while fingering her erect nipples. Only, just as he was about to lean down to suck her big tits, he was interrupted.

"Hi," said Joe staring at Deborah's exposed tits. 

When he looked up, Joe, Michael, Lance, and Bill were all standing there staring at Deborah's big tits. Slow to cover herself, taking her sweet time stuffing her tits back in her black bra, she looked up at the four men smiling while slowly hooking her front snapping bra and buttoning her blouse. Maybe because she wasn't showing any embarrassment, he was possessively embarrassed for her that his four friends had seen his woman's tits.

"De-bor-ah, these are my friends, Joe, Michael, Lance, and Bill. Guys, this is De-bor-ah."

"I'm so please to meet you," said Joe offering his hand to her and kissing her hand when she offered her hand to him. "Is it Debra, Deborah, or De-bor-ah," said Joe exaggerating the correct pronunciation of her name.

"It's De-bor-ah," she said with a sexy smile.

Just as Susan was kind and relatively innocent, Jimmy could see this woman being a slutty bitch. More his kind of woman than Susan could ever be, the Devil couldn't have chosen a better woman than De-bor-ah.

"It's so nice seeing, I mean, meeting you," said Michael never removing his eyes from her breasts, even after she put her fun bags away.

"Literally and figuratively, it's all my pleasure to meet you," said Lance. "You have beautiful breasts, I mean, sorry, you're a beautiful woman."

"You are extraordinarily beautiful," said Bill. "I envy Jimmy. He's a lucky man to have your tits, I mean, you in his life."

The next day, as if they were four heads positioned in the front row of a cinema while watching a movie, Joe, Michael, Lance, and Bill sat on the bench feeding ducks while looking up at the sky. No doubt, they were all praying to God for their own version of Susan or De-bor-ah.

The End