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Carl sat queitly at the counter watching the television after John and Frankie had left. After waiting a while for the feed to be restored, he flipped over to one of the rerun channels. It was time for the older crowd to come in anyway, and they loved them some Andy Griffith or Gilligan's Island.

About fifteen minutes later the front door jingled open and in walked Charlie Combs, one of his coffee drinkers. They weren't big tippers and didn't tip at all, but they were nice. They were four old retired guys in their seventies who were in ever day to gossip and play checkers.

"Mornin' Char---"

Carl trailed off when he got a look at Charlie. The old guys face was completely blank. Not just emotionless, but blank as if he was still asleep. He was wearing a blue UK Wildcats t-shirt, but he was completely naked from the waist down. His old cock was at full attention, sticking straight out of a mound of white hair.

"Charlie?" he asked.

The door jingled again as a smaller figure slipped in behind him and took a seat at the counter. Carl recognized the face from around town, but he didn't know her name. She was an older lady, at least in her mid-seventies with a face that was still a little pretty. He bet that fifty years ago she had been the prettiest girl in town.

"You with Charlie?" Carl asked. "I don't think he's alright."

"Thanks to a little blue pill, he's just fine, for now," the lady said with a smile. "Not sure if I can get him to swallow another one though."

"He ain't go any pants on!"

"Well, after we got done fucking, I couldn't get his pants on him," she said. "He's as eager as a seventeen year old boy on prom night. I can't believe he came four times before he dried up."

Hearing such talk from an older woman was strange and a little unsettling.

"You his wife?" Carl asked.

"Hell no, I'm not that bitch," the woman said. "I'm Hank's wife."

Hank was another one of the coffee drinking club, another old guy in the 70s.

"Where's Hank?"

"Oh the poor dear," she said. "His heart wasn't as good as Charlie's, I guess. When he got in last night, I slipped one of those little blue pills into his drink too. I've not seen him that horny since our honey moon! I let him fuck me in the ass. He's been waiting to do that since we were teenagers, but I never let him. You shoulda seen him when he came outta the bathroom and saw me naked on the bend, bent over with my ass up."

Hank was dead and his widow was talking about having anal sex? This wasn't right.

"I actually should have given in years ago, I did rather enjoy it," she continued. "After he was done, his cock was still hard, so I made him fuck my pussy from behind. He came and just sorta fell over dead."

"That's horrible," Carl said.

"I know, he died before I could get off!" she said. "But then I remembered Charlie, who lives right next door to us. His wife is a cripple who barely gets out of bed. She hadn't even caught that flu, so I knew he was probably still available."

"Available?" he asked, but she ignored him.

"I didn't even bother getting dressed, I just walked over there naked as the day I was born and let myself in," she continued. "They was asleep in bed, so I crawled up and sat on Charlie's face. He struggled for a minute, but gave in and licked me to an orgasm. Finally! His wife was screaming and crying and making an awful racket the whole time, but we ignored her."

"Thats horrible."

"Charlie couldn't get his little limp dick up, though," she said. "He told me that after Ellen lost the use of her legs, she also lost all interest in cock, so he never bothered to get any of those magic little blue pills! I ran back and got a couple of Hank's and had him take em."

Carl just continued to stare, horrified by what he was hearing.

"Ellen begged and pleaded, but after getting a mouth full of my pussy, Charlie didn't care," she said. "I crawled up in the bed and laid across her as he fucked me from behind. It was great."