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I got a job as a late night care giver at a retirement home this summer.i helped the residents at night, if they needed anything. This one old man in particular always needed my help going to the bathroom. One night I helped him to the restroom and waited outside for him to do his business. He was in there for a long time,so I thought i should peek in on him.
"Mr. Welling, are you Okay?" I asked as I opened the door.
I couldn't believe my eyes. There he was, pajamas around his ankles, beating off!
"Oh...!" He said as he quickly went to pull up his pants. I shut the door, immediately.
He came out a moment later, looking embarrassed as hell. I silently followed him back to his bed.
I could see he was still hard, through his pajamas.
"Sorry..." I heard him mumble, as he climbed under his covers.
I felt bad for him. He was in his seventies and all alone.
'It's okay, Mr. Welling," I soothed. "I masturbate too."
He giggled at that.
"I bet its glorious..." He sighed.
Now, I giggled.
I don't know what came over me, but, I slid my hand under his blanket with my gloved hand and grabbed ahold of his stiff old cock. I gave it a squeeze.
"Miss..." Mr. Welling started to say.
"Ssshhh..." I whispered.
I pulled his cock free of his pajamas. It was actually, a very nice looking rod, i thought.
I squirted some baby lotion onto my palm and started to slide my hand slowy up and down the length of his shaft. He was breathing heavily. I felt his cock start to throb. I caught his load in a hand towel and jacked him dry.
"Good night",sir I whispered.
But he was fast asleep.
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