Originally Posted by
Dan Druff
BTW Alan, do women that age still have an interest in sex?
For some reason I have a hard time picturing women around 65 wanting to have sex, but maybe I'm wrong.
From a biological standpoint, sex for women that age is obviously pointless, whereas it makes sense that the men still have a sex drive.
I have an old woman story. I was in my late forties and a few friends and I took one of those one day Taj Mahal junket round trip flights from Long Island to A.C. in the middle of the week.
It was getting close to the time we had to meet in the lobby to go home and after losing my ass I was walking around killing time. I sat at the first machine of a row of five-dollar slot machines with not one other person at a single machine. Suddenly, two well dressed old ladies dressed to the t’s with big hats on like you see at the Derby come around the corner. One says to me “I can’t believe you’re playing my machine.” Not a slot player and killing time I ask if she would like to have it. She started to lecture me about never listening to people and never give up a machine you’re on. She than asked if I mind if she sat next to me.
After the other lady just took off, there I was sitting next to (not going to mention her name although she should be dead by now) with her asking questions about me and telling me how I remind her of her deceased husband. All different slot and casino hosts were coming up to her hugging her wishing her a happy birthday. She also went in her purse to give a slot host 500.00 dollars for a rack of coins. When she went into this envelope I was peeking and saw at least 10K in hundreds.
I also want to mention that one time she got up to hug someone for a birthday wish and I quickly got a serious whiff of swamp ass.
She said she lived in Manhattan (NY) and asked for my phone number. Instead I asked for hers and said I would call. My quick impression was she might be well off and could be interested in financing new franchise locations.
Long story longer, she was well off. Owned a 14-room apartment overlooking central park, had a home in Florida, and lived alone with just a maid. Her dead husband was some big shot from the garment industry in Harlem. (the old days Harlem) She was 74 years old, heavy but not fat, and was only interested in having sex which she talked openly about.
She knew I was married and regardless one time while talking she offered me to go with her in her Trump limo to the Taj presidential suite and spend a weekend with her. She said I wouldn’t ever have to go in my pockets to gamble, and warned me in her words “when we had our fill of each other (in bed) I don’t expect you to roll over and smoke a cigarette. I want you to hug me and tell me how terrific I was.”
Of course, I didn’t do it. The swamp ass was the spoiler.
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