The key is to find the 30 seconds to cum guys & avoid the anal retentive farters!  

If they are old & fat ... Houston we have a problem.

When me and my SO use to live together, we called it in her words "The Cuddles Time." I got off from work at 4:30 and she got off at 3pm. When I got home she'd pretty much always be sitting on the counch in an extra large t-shirt that came all the way down to her knees (she's 5'1).

I'd go hop in the shower, wash up and come sit on the couch with her with the towel wrapped around me. We had a lil blanket she'd put over our lower area, and sit on my lap facing towards me. I'd naturally always get hard, so she'd just put the lil guy in the kitty.

We'd sit there with some nice slow motion, and just talk about the day, or whatever, and cuddle. We'd spend about 20 to 60mins of cuddle time every day when we both got off work.

I miss "The Cuddles Time"

How many love quickies through out the day? Doing it in the kitchen before breakfast, doing it in the car after work, doing it in the shower before bed.

A few times a day is such a stress relief! But sometimes I want him to take his time, give it to me nice and slow. Take a break, have a snack LOL,  watch some porn and do it again!

♥ Ava

another man posing as a provider?

wow ... what a nice way to do business.

Used to work in this office supply place. I was a warehouse supervisor and this lady worked in the office. Felt the need to get it wet, so I'd call her extension and tell her to met me someplace. Usually one of the bathrooms, and she was nekkid before I got there.

She was a few years older, married, and would steal covers from her teenage boys' dressers to bring to work for such dealings.

Her husband was an asshole, and would treat my guys like shit when he came to pick her up for lunch and they would ask her questions about certain orders for our customers.

Anyway, she'd get back from lunch, my guys would tell me what a dick he was, then I'd tell her to meet me in one of the johns, or on the mezzanine.

We'd fuck, or she'd suck my dick, and I'd go back with a smile on my face.

The boys would know when pizza and beers were on me! lol!  

Being AARP aged I have no interest in them now, but back in my salad days I had a GF who lived along a major highway I traversed frequently in my line of work.  I'd often pop in for a quickie and then be back on the road with a big smile on my face.  She even liked the spur (sperm?) of the moment aspect of it as she never knew when I'd be popping in (This being before the age of cell phones.)

Ah, the good old days.

no one cares about your personal accolades and butt-fucking lunchtime get-to-gethers in whoville asshole.

Calling a lady up when my pee pee needed servicing. Asking 'whatcha doin'?'. Them sayin' nothing, then telling them I was on my way.

Yeah, I know. But last week seems like an eternity to old fucks like you and me....