Mr. Winston

"..Mr Winston, room 315. And Muffy, he is a high paying resident with no outside family. He demands the utmost respect and had a history of reporting nurses that are not to his...satisfaction." the nurse said. Muffy saw the wild gleem in her eye as she said it whilst turning the corner.

Room 315 was farther down the darkened corridor than she had hoped. The nurse's station seemed a mile away. When she finally got there, Muffy stepped inside, expecting to see a broken-down, decripit fool. Instead, she saw a fit man doing pushups on the floor. His breakfast untouched. She watched as his lean, tone form came up from the carpet.

He was old, no doubt, but not gross. His silver hair shined and the tight muscles under his equally silver chest hair bulged. Muffy could see the battle scars from the Korean War on his tought skin. "Um, Mr Winston...I'm here to...well...I don't really know. Make you feel good?" she offered, stepping into the room. He turned to her, grinned, and then thumbed a cigarette from the table.

"Fine. Take me for a walk." he said. Muffy nodded, admiring the still-tought muscles of his back as he found his way into his robe. She saw him drop his boxers from behind, and secretly wondered what he might be packing; that is, until he turned around. "Why don't we go to the woods, Ms Von Clap?" he asked tieing his robe slowly to let her get a good, long look at his thick, long cock.

Muffy gasped, and a smile crept onto her face. "Yes, indeed. A walk might be good..." she said.