Chapter 1
He was an old man and had gone many years without having sex; now he was dreaming of it once more.
He lay in his narrow, almost cot-like bed and slept peacefully. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, which was quite controlled and rhythmic for a man of his age.
He smiled as he slept, the dreams he was having were not memories of ancient conquests or passionate lovers, but fantasies of a more recent origin. The vision of loveliness that dominated his dreams was that of his granddaughter.
The old man rolled over on his side, in sleep, grunting softly and sighing then, as he slipped back into the dream. His soft, quiet moans barely escaped his lips, though in his dream, the sounds were, of course, much louder.
He was in a wide, grassy field, full of poppies, all pink and rosy, a lush, almost unreal beauty to behold. The sun was high over head, yet beat down without harshness upon them as they stood there.
From the southwest came a cooling, soothing breeze and the two of them felt quite comfortable in the lovely field. For as far as their eyes could see, there was nothing but pure, clean earth.
The old man ran his eyes up and down over the slender frame of his granddaughter. She was barely five feet tall and had long blonde hair that she always wore in braids. Her face was fresh and unblemished, her cheeks rosy and natural. Her lips were pink with their own luscious coloring, and they seemed to always been cast in a semi-pout.
Her body was thin, yet attractive, for her budding breasts, tiny and appealing, rode proudly on her rib cage, hardly ever needing the bra she wore to please her uncle.
Her hips were just beginning to flare into the lovely, smooth curves she would eventually have, and her legs were strong and tapered. All in all, she had a supple, lithe frame that any man would find desirable.
She was standing perhaps four or five feet in front of him, dressed in a pair of old, dirty sneakers, cut-off jeans and one of her uncle's shirts, the folds of which were tied in a knot at her small, pert breasts.
She was swaying, enticingly, licking her lips with her pink, pointed tongue, making them glisten, erotically, in the golden halo of the sun above their heads. As she did a small pirouette on the tips of her toes, he had to suck in his breath at the sight of her rounded buttocks jiggling against the tight hugging jeans.
She laughed, an infectious giggle that rippled pleasingly across his ears. He was well aware that it had been quite some time since he had felt any stirring in his loins, and it warmed his heart to have the sensations quaking in his balls once again.
In his dream, he did not care that it was his granddaughter that he was lusting for. In his dream, that made no difference, other than the pleasing fact that she perhaps loved him more than his own son.
He smiled at her, whispering her name, almost in reverence. "Sarah, dear Sarah," he moaned, the words tinged with the aching he was feeling. "My precious flower, come over here to me, honey."
The girl laughed again, tossing her head back in a breezy manner, causing her braids to fly in all directions. She shook her head and continued the light, absent dance she was doing.
"No, no, you stay right there, Henry," she giggled again, wagging a finger at him in warning. "I'm not ready for you yet, don't you see? I want to entertain you a little more!"
The old man shuddered with a spasm of racing passion that suddenly tore through his groin. He groaned thickly, idly clutching one of his hands at his crotch, while wiping the sweat from his brow with the other.
His eyes were glued to the girl, his lips quivering with greed. She rocked from side to side in front of him, running her small, slender hands down over the front of her body, in a distinctly arousing fashion.
The greed and desire were fiery in the old man as he watched his granddaughter, as pert and child-like as could be, yet all together enticing, nonetheless, toying with herself.
Her fingers rippled over her belly and she giggled once again, making the taut, flat stomach undulate erotically. Her fingers slithered down over the front of her jeans and she groaned and shivered a bit as she caressed the apex of her thighs.
"Ahh, Sarah, Sarah," the old man groaned, his voice becoming thicker and thicker with the raspy sound of need. "You don't know what you are doing to me, you don't know what you're doing to this old man!"
"You're not old, Henry," she whispered passionately, riding the tips of her fingers back up to her shirt once more. "You're just a little more grown-up than most people, that's all."
She toyed with the knot that held the folds of the shirt closed in front of her, then spun on her heels once again, tugging on the knot at the same time. As she completed her turn, the knot came free and she let the shirt go, allowing it to fall open and reveal her young, budding breasts.
The old man sucked in his breath at the view of her luscious mounds. They were perfectly formed, right down to the pink, pert buttons of her nipples, seemingly always in a state of semi-erection.
The small, lovely spheres jiggled enticingly with her movement, causing them to sway back and forth in an almost liquid motion. She laughed again, and cupped them in her hands.
"See, Henry, already they're waiting for you," she cooed softly, her voice deep and rippling with the purring sound of her pleasure and greed.
The old man shuddered as he stood before her. Against his hand, clutching hard at his groin, he could feel his prick beginning to slowly expand in his trousers, growing thicker and harder with each passing moment.
He watched, his lips now wet from constant licking, as the adorable child shrugged her shoulders, allowing the shirt to slither down along her arms and drop, silently, to the grass below her feet.
She nudged one sneaker with the toe of the other, slipping it off her foot. She repeated the action with her other sneaker and in seconds she was barefoot, squishing her tiny, adorable toes in the moist, thick grass.
"I love you, grandpa," she whispered sensuously, shivering as if something delicious had suddenly touched the base of her spine. "I love you more than anyone in the whole, wide world."
He had taught her not to call him that, he much preferred to be addressed as Henry by everyone he knew. It made him feel less ancient, he would explain, and besides, it was the more modern way of doing things.
But now, he said nothing, for he knew she was telling the truth. He stood there, his legs quivering as if filled with nothing but water, and watched the lithe, darling girl in front of him continue her enticing strip.
Now her fingers were tugging at the single button that held her cut-off jeans closed. She fooled with it in a teasing fashion, deliberately prolonging the act for as much time as possible.
Slowly, she popped the button free, then slid the zipper to the jeans up and down half a dozen times. The hiss of the moving metal rang in his ears as if a compelling, erotic scream, rich with sensual promise.
He groaned again, shuddering once more as she stopped playing with the zipper, at last, and slowly pulled the folds of the jeans apart, revealing just a bit of her sparsely covered loins.
Her golden tufts of cunt hair were damp with sweat and they shimmered delightfully before him. He shook his head, sighing, heavily, and gulped to swallow the thickness that was clutching at his throat.
"My, my, little honey, you are truly something, do you know that?" he gasped, almost unable to speak now, so powerful were the sensations he was experiencing.
The charming young girl swayed slightly from left to right, giggling in her lilting, girlish voice, then she dipped her knees, suddenly, and slid the jeans quickly down over her buttocks and thighs.
In a brief moment, she had ridden the garment over her feet and was standing erect again, completely naked, now, to her grandfather's old, excited eyes. She placed her hand on her hips and thrust her pussy out toward him.
Her pussy was almost naked, but for the sparse bits of thin, golden hair that covered her shapely mound. Her pussy lips quivered delightfully with the slight throbbing in her cunt, and she twisted back and forth, offering him all of her young, creamy body for inspection.
"Come over here, Henry," she laughed quietly, slithering the tips of her fingers down over her belly, along her inner thighs. "I want to whisper something in your ear, you dear man."
The old man moved slowly, not from age, but from desire. His cock was now a hard, quaking lump against his trousers,; pulsating so feverishly that the girl could see it beating steadily against the fabric of his pants.
He moved up next to her, now just inches away, and she slipped her long, slender arms around his neck, and drew his mouth down to hers. He could smell the enticing perfumed scent of her hair and the clean, freshly scrubbed aroma of her young body as she bent into him.
Her soft, warm lips gently pressed against his own, and a shock of intense pleasure tore through him as the adorable fifteen-year-old began to kiss him, hungrily. Her mouth moved back and forth over his, and her darling little tongue stabbed wickedly against his teeth.
He moaned as she mashed her body tightly against his own. Through his shirt he could feel her tiny breasts digging into him, the hard, firm nipples cutting deep into his chest.
His hands slid down over her smooth, yet rippling spine and cupped lovingly beneath her pert, spongy buttocks. He lifted the precious half moons, affectionately, thrilling to the softness of her creamy flesh.
Her lips were hungrily roaming over his and her tongue becoming more insistent as it stabbed against his teeth. He allowed the urgent dart to part them, slightly, and he heard her lovely giggle of delight as she slithered her tongue between them.
Instantly her darling arrow dashed against his own, rolling and entwining the two spears together as their kiss became more fevered and impassioned. Gently he kneaded her buttocks, squeezing and massaging the tender cheeks, slithering his fingers tenderly along the cleft between them.
"Ummm, you taste good, Henry," she laughed, grinding her mouth back and forth over his own, her lips trembling delightfully as she spoke. "You taste better than any ice cream or candy I ever had!"
"And you, my darling child, are more delicious than champagne," the old man responded, his words thick and tortured with desire. "I could go on kissing you for a good long time!"
She shivered under the kneading caress of his hands, grinding her crotch against his, thrilling to the feeling of the hard mound against her thigh as she rhythmically rocked back and forth against the bulge.
She ran one of her hands down over his chest, plucking playfully at the buttons as she went along, tugging them free, then pushing the folds of the shirt apart. She leaned against him heavily, mashing her young, budding breasts against his now naked chest, and the old man moaned thickly in pleasure.
One of his hands left her buttocks and quickly traveled back up along her delicate spine. He slipped his fingers around in front of them and slithered his hand between their bodies, cupping his palm over one soft, pliant globe.
The girl gasped with pleasure as she felt his ancient, yet strong fingers wrapping around her tit, squeezing it firmly in his grasp. Her nipple dug hard into his palm and the old man fondled her boob with an increasing passion.
Now her own soft, lovely fingers were toying with the fabric of his trousers, poised just at the edge of the hard, pounding bulge in the front of his pants. Lightly she ran the tips of her digits over the throbbing lump and listened, with satisfaction, to his soft cry of pleasure.
Tenderly she began to slither her fingers back and forth along the pulsating mound, pinching it lovingly between her digits, pressing her palm hard against the pounding weapon in his pants.
She loved to hear the moans and gasps that escaped his lips, thrilled to be the one to create such pleasure in the old man. She rubbed the heel of her hand briskly back and forth along the throbbing tool and the old man groaned out loud once more.
"You sure know it, honey, you sure do," he groaned, shuddering with an involuntary spasm of need. "God, that's good, little Sarah, that's real good!"
"That's all I ever want to do, Henry," she cooed sensuously, slicing her tongue back and forth across his own, kissing him hungrily between words. "All I ever want to do is make you feel good!"
The old man almost had to pull away from her, now, so urgent were the demands his loins were making on him. He groaned and shivered, his fingers toying with her nipple, now, pinching and rolling the tender nugget between them.
His other hand was busily exploring the soft flesh of her thighs, caressing them gently, slithering back and forth between the smooth, moist limbs, to tap, lightly, at her warm, undulating loins.
She groaned in pleasure, her fingers now plucking at the buttons to his trousers, almost desperately trying to pull them free. She fumbled with the buckle to his pants, yanking it loose and shoving it aside.
She ran the zipper down and slipped her warm, soothing fingers inside. She felt for the pounding rod within his underwear and the moment she had her soft, slender fingers wrapped around the throbbing tool, the old man groaned in pleasure once again, shuddering wildly with the spasms ripping through him.
Her fingers gently pulled his cock from his pants and then balanced the quaking weapon in her palm. Teasingly she ran the fingers of her free hand back and forth across the quaking prong, making the old man almost scream with delight.
Now she clutched the huge, growing prong tightly in her fist and squeezed it with increasing passion. She loved the way it pounded fiercely in her grasp, allowing her to feel the hot, boiling blood that was racing through it.
She felt the old man's hand slipping around in front of her body, now, eagerly searching for the moist, warm place between her thighs that it was seeking. She bent backward a bit to give him more room, and shivered with anticipation as she felt the rough, calloused fingers riding over her belly.
"Ohhh, Henry, ummm, yes," she whispered hungrily, pulling her mouth from his as she threw back her head in passion. "There, ohhh, right there, yes, please, yes!"
Greedily the old man rode his fingers down over the rim of her quivering hillock. He tugged on the sparse, silken strands of her pussy hair, toying with them affectionately, forcing the fires of wanting to burn higher in the little girl's loins.
She moaned and shuddered with delight as she felt his fingers gently slithering over her pussy lips. She spread her legs a little further apart, sighing with a contented passion as the old man continued his eager exploration.
Now she could feel the urgent greed throbbing wildly in his cock. Tenderly she rode her clutching fist up and down on the pole, making the huge prong grow as thick and hard I as an iron rod.
The fevered blood was tearing through his shaft, now, almost searing her fingers with the white-hot desire that he was feeling. They swayed gently from left to right as they attacked each other's flesh, their passion slowly beginning to take control.
The delightful child was now fondling his balls with her free hand, bobbing them up and down in her soft, warm palm, rolling the tortured nuts over her fingers with a wicked pleasure.
The old man's fingers eagerly rode around the rim of her mound, the thick knobby ball of his thumb lazily scraping back and forth over her trembling clit. She gasped with pleasure at the contact, groaning as the aching fires grew stronger in her loins.
She could feel harsh, stinging waves of need rippling through her as he caught the damp, warm button of her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Instantly the racing need soared in her loins, causing the creamy, sticky fluid of her passion to begin to flow from her fevered pit.
"Ummm, Henry, ohhh, yeah, good," she moaned, thrusting her cunt suddenly against his hand, grinding it back and forth in an urgent fashion. "More, Henry, make me feel more! Oooo, so nice, so very nice!"
The old man chuckled, now, pleased that he could create such wanting in the young girl. Eagerly he ran his fingers over her now damp and trembling pussy lips. The traveling digits were soon slippery and wet with her love juice, and the heat of her wanting seeped from her loins, baking his fingers delightfully.
Henry's hands were hungry for her pussy, now, and they began to pinch and tug at her cunt petals demandingly, rubbing them back and forth, making them quiver and flutter under his caress.
Tenderly he slipped a single finger beyond the warm, wet lips that guarded her cunt and the girl cried out in pleasure as she felt the hard, gnarled prong penetrate her darling, taut chamber.
He slithered it quickly along her hot, wet passage, rolling and twisting it as he buried it to the hilt inside of the girl. She sobbed with the aching passion that she felt, and flexed her pussy muscles greedily around the plunging tool.
He buried it to the hilt in her darling tunnel, and scraped idly at her slippery, inner walls, as his other hand continued to fondle her small, round breasts. He squeezed the precious globes, lovingly, and pinched the nipples tenderly between his fingers.
She shivered and sobbed, burying her head in the nape of his neck and kissing his ancient flesh hungrily, now. She moaned as she felt his mouth suddenly begin to travel down over her soft, smooth skin, kissing the creamy, moist flesh of her neck with a greedy passion.
Slowly, the old man drew the girl down to the grassy bed beneath their feet. They disappeared beneath the tall grass and he laid her down on her back, gently spreading her thighs apart with his hands.
"You make me feel so damn alive, little Sarah," the old man laughed, his voice shaken with the passion he was feeling. "I mean really alive, Sarah, so damn alive, I don't know whether I can stand it!"
The girl laughed happily and gave his prick another gentle, yet firm squeeze. She loved feeling the shaft throbbing in her grip, and she could not wait to experience the thrill of his being deep within her fevered pussy.
Her lithe, supple legs were quivering violently, opening ¦ and closing in an unconscious and spastic fashion. Hungrily he ran his fingers up and down over her cunt once more, then quickly slithered two of the spears back inside of her.
Gently he began to pump the invading tools in and out of her hot, gripping chamber. He rolled and turned them against her hot, steaming tunnel walls, enjoying the way her pussy muscles quivered and contracted around the plunging spears.
His mouth now roamed greedily over her breasts, licking and kissing the tiny spheres, lathering her pert, rosy nipples with the tip of his raspy tongue. She shivered and moaned, rocking from side to side as he attacked her boobs, her body growing more and more wanting with every moment that passed.
She thrust her pussy up against his hand and drew his head tight to her tiny globes with one of her own. She moaned as she felt his teeth fasten around one of her nipples, sucking the tender, delicate nugget into his mouth and holding it prisoner there.
She groaned thickly as his tongue darted and stabbed against her quivering nugget, his teeth gobbling more of her breast into his oral cavity. Soon he was sucking on almost all of the alabaster mound and she was writhing under the intense pleasure of his attentive mouth.
She powered her adorable hand up and down on his cock, trying to match the rhythmic pumping of his fingers riding determinedly in and out of her pussy. She sighed with a delicious satisfaction as she felt her cunt growing hotter and hotter under his assault, and she knew her pleasure was only beginning.
"Ummm, deeper, Henry, harder, please," she sighed softly, in a thick, tortured tone of voice. "Oooo, so good, so damn good! Yes, that's it, yes, yes, yes!"
The old man was almost beside himself with lust, now, and he powered his fingers in and out of her with increasing rhythm and force. Relentlessly he attacked her breasts and loins, eager to feel the young girl quaking uncontrollably in the angry grip of her lust and desire.
He could feel her fingers tugging on his cock, yanking on his balls, trying to draw him over her thighs and between her legs. He knew that her passion was reaching an almost fevered pitch, and it thrilled him to realize how much she wanted him.
"Ohhh, Sarah, dear little Sarah, you don't know what you are doing to me, honey," he gasped in an almost unintelligible tone of voice. "God, this is marvelous, just marvelous honey!"
She laughed once more and yanked his prick back and forth in a demanding fashion. "Ummm, fuck me, Henry," she whispered passionately. "Umm, come on and fuck me, now! I want to fuck you now, please, now!"
She was pulling on his shaft so hard and so determinedly, that he could do little more than follow her lead and slither his body swiftly over and between her warm, smooth thighs.
He groaned as he settled down between the damp, quivering limbs, feeling her flesh pulsating against his own, and the demanding heat pouring from her loins, searing his belly as he lay against the creamy, throbbing mound.
Tenderly he licked her tits with the tip of his tongue. He kissed the end of each pink little nipple, and pumped his fingers relentlessly in and out of her hot, gripping passage, stroking her almost into a sexual hysteria.
Her cunt was quaking so wildly around his fingers, that he was sure she was reaching an almost unbearable state of passion. She shuddered and groaned, thrashing from left to right beneath him, pulling on his cock even more urgently now.
"Ohh, God, Sarah, God, do I ever want you, now," the old man gasped. He buried his face between her smallish breasts and nibbled at her alabaster flesh, hungrily. "It's all I can think of, honey, all I can think of, now!"
"Umm, then come and do it, please," she moaned, thrusting her cunt hungrily at his groin. "Please, Henry, ohhh, please, let's fuck, now, right now!"
Slowly the old man rose up over the girl's quivering body. He gently freed her fingers from his cock, and replaced them with his own.
He adjusted his position between her damp, trembling thighs, squirming his way forward until he was comfortably lying against her hot, wet hillock, guiding his cock toward the warm, slippery place he desired.
She moaned in anticipation as she felt his free hand parting her slippery, hot pussy lips. She gasped as he slipped the huge, thick head of his cock between them, thrusting forward to drive it home.
Sarah cried out in delight under the aching penetration. At last he was slowly driving his cock into her tight, warm pussy, filling her cunt completely with the throbbing, powerful weapon of his manhood.
"Yes, ohhh, God, yes, deeper, all the way," she sobbed, twisting and turning under the rapid invasion, thrusting her cunt up to meet the plunging tool. "Ummm, it's so nice, so nice in there, Henry!"
The old man shuddered in pleasure, grinding his belly against the girl's as he buried himself to the hilt in her taut, wet passage. Her cunt seemed to wrap itself around his cock, snugly, and the fit was perfect as his cock sunk into her.
Her pussy fluttered wildly around his buried shaft, her cunt muscles quaking and squeezing him with growing demand. He lay inside of her, just experiencing the thrill of her undulating loins, content to merely feel all the marvelous sensations that he could enjoy.
"Ahhh, it feels so good inside you, darling Sarah," he groaned, shuddering in an involuntary spasm as the harsh, steaming tremor of greed roared through him. "Ahhh, so nice and hot and tight, little darling! So good indeed!"
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," the fifteen-year-old sobbed, thrusting her cunt up at his loins in an angry shudder of love. "Now, ohhhh, God, Henry, fuck me hard, hard, hard right now!"
The old man slid his hands down along the sides of her body, kneading and gripping her flesh as he went along. When he reached the soft, smooth curve of her adorable hips, he slipped his fingers beneath her ass and cupped her buttocks, lovingly.
Gently he sank his digits into her warm, spongy half moons, gripping them firmly in his hands. He pulled her loins tight to his, bucking forward and grinding his cock suddenly in the hot, quaking depths of her cunt.
Now, he slowly began to ride his prick in and out of her wet, slippery tunnel. He groaned with pleasure as he felt her kneading his cock with her pussy muscles, and rocking her body gently back and forth beneath him.
He pulled his prick to the edge of her pussy, then slithered it back to the depths of her cunt once more. She screamed in pleasure, bucking her cunt hard against him again, sobbing as the cock began to pump rhythmically in and out of her, now.
Harder and harder the old man powered his meat along her tight, wet passage. He felt her using all her body to urge him on, her own darling little hands now kneading his buttocks, clutching at his flesh, passionately.
The rhythmic pumping became more and more frenzied, now, as the seething lust that was burning in both of them began to take complete control of their bodies and minds. They crashed and rolled back and forth in the grass, caught by the angry lust of their desire.
His prick slithered in and out of her smoothly, now, fully lubricated by the thick, creamy juice of her passion that swirled about his raging tool. He powered it violently along her inner chamber, grinding his belly hard against her own.
Each time their flesh met, a loud, wet smack rang pleasingly in their ears, followed by an amusing pop as their bodies parted once more. He kneaded and massaged her ass with his fingers, clutching her soft, tender buttocks fiercely in his grip.
His cock seemed to fill her womb to bursting, and it pounded so wildly inside of her that she thought it might burst from his greedy wanting. She thrilled to the throbbing demand she could feel in his flesh, and she ached to have him come in her cunt as quickly as she could force him to.
She threw herself at him hungrily, now, grinding her belly and loins tightly against his, rocking enticingly back and forth as she gripped and squeezed his shaft with her young, strong muscles.
The old man could feel her pussy closing down around his cock, drawing tight as her desire burned higher in her loins. He moaned softly, bucking into her a few more times, feeling his own passion climbing steadily toward its moment of explosion.
His prick ached with an unbelievable ecstasy, now, tortured with an exquisite agony he had long forgotten. Every stroke that he took made the come boil hotter in his balls and the flesh of his cock bum with need.
Now he drove his shaft in and out her in a frenzy of greed. He could barely see her lovely, young face through the mist of passion in front of his eyes, and his whole body seemed poised on the brink of a massive eruption in his loins.
The young girl sobbed and shivered, rocking her head back and forth in the grass, thrusting herself against him again and again. She felt her pussy throbbing with pleasure, almost too intense for her to bear, and she groaned as the orgasm that was building inside of her reached its most powerful point.
"Ohh, God, yes, going to come, Henry, yes," she sobbed, thrusting her pussy hard against the old man's driving shaft. "Ummm, so nice, Henry, going to come so nice! Yes, ohhh, yes, yes, yes!"
The old man drove his cock into her wildly, now, as he felt her pussy muscles quaking around the plunging tool. She screamed softly, hugging him tightly to her lithe frame as the climax burst in the depths of her lovely, hot cunt.
Her thick, creamy come swirled delightfully around his shaft, coating the raging weapon with its warm, sticky passion. He groaned thickly, pumping his meat into her over and over again, thrilling to the way she was completely consumed by her release.
Now she began to work on his plunging tool with a determined need. She wanted him to feel the same as she, at that moment, and she desperately squeezed his cock with her muscles and thrust herself into him hungrily.
"Now, Henry, come in me, now," she moaned, almost in tears from the aching pleasure of her release. "Ohhh, God, I need it, now! Right now, Henry, come in me, right now!"
The old man could barely breathe any longer, so powerful and violent were the surging sensations he was experiencing. He drove deep into her pussy, burying the cock in the depths of her loins, gasping as the moment took hold.
The girl felt his shaft quaking in the pit of her cunt, then felt him bucking back and forth in a wild, urgent manner. He was groaning and sobbing, thrusting in and out of her uncontrollably as the climax exploded in his balls and the hot, thick come began to spurt from the head of his tortured meat.
"Ahhh, coming in you, Sarah, coming in you, now," Henry croaked, his voice greedy and weak with passion. "Ahhh, so good in my little granddaughter, coming in her so good, right now!"
The come shot and seared her flesh, swirling and mingling with her own, until the creamy waves of fluid spilled over from her pit and stained their quivering thighs.
Both of them shuddered and thrashed on the grass, deeply caught by the throes of the ecstasy they were experiencing. Again and again the orgasms tore through them, until finally, the old man collapsed across her body and the two of them were breathing heavily, gasping for breath.
The tremors of pleasure lingered in their loins, rippling through them as they lay there. Everything around them was calm and peaceful and the old man felt as if life were just beginning for him all over again.
Then, as the dream melted away, the old man moaned quietly and rolled over on his side. He blinked and opened his eyes, smiling at the fading memory of the dream. His hand slipped down between his legs and groped for his cock.
He found the shaft, slippery and sticky with the come of his dream, and he smiled. He almost laughed as he wiped his fingers on the sheet and snuggled down into a comfortable position once again.
He laughed when he wondered what his son would think of his old man having wet dreams at his age. He probably would think it was disgusting. But that was Frank, a real tight-ass if there ever was one. That's why he wasn't going to get the farm. Not while Henry was alive, at any rate.
As the old man closed his eyes again, the smile remained on his lips. Sleep came to him quickly, as it always did these days, and he felt the soothing rush of quiet and calm coming over him, rapidly.
Just before he drifted off, he spoke a single word. He said, "Sarah," in a soft, contented voice, the faint glimmer of a smile on his old, weather beaten lips as he slept again. He slept in peace, with a soft, satisfied smile on his lips.