My eyes closed, I was lying on my back when she came to bed. I was naked. Still in her bathrobe, she snuggled up to me. “Sleepy?” I whispered as I hugged her with all my might. I certainly was. As usual, she massaged me for a while, and I got a nice erection. Nothing to boast about, though. Ready to call it a night, I reached under her bathrobe for the last squeeze. “Gosh!” I opened my eyes when I discovered she had nothing underneath. Her soft fur electrified me. To my surprise, I immediately got an amazing erection, too. Many orgasms later, she sighed that she had had enough.  But the stiff erection would not go away. “When it gets like this,” I whispered and led her hand downwards, “it can take hours.” In the end, I had to walk all the way to the kitchen and back to be able to go to sleep. That was last night. This afternoon I am sitting by myself within sight of our bed and contemplating all the idiots who splatter about sex past fifty. Fifty? How about eighty? My advice is straightforward. First, find a beauty. Second, love her to bits. Period.