Tray's aging continued quicker than Dona and he soared to 65,
his hair thinning and turning gray with some white, and losing what was left of his muscle tone.
He began to think older as well, saying to himself that it was almost time for depends and denchers, maybe even a hearing aid.
He was now a early old-age man, his once youthful thoughts turned from sex and hot girls to worrying about his back.
His penis by this point was shriveled and wrinkled, as he hadnt had sex in 40 years.
Dona had aged more slowly now, and climbed to 52, 53, 54, 55.
She became much fatter, comfortable in her dotage, and feeling very matronly.
Her body had lost any evidence of the youthful firmness and tone to it. Her belly sagged over the waistband of her 9x granny-panties.
Her ass was barely contained by them. Her hair was now half-gray with even a little white slipping in.
Her breasts had softened and sagged onto her fat belly and her face was slightly wrinkled and she had added to the bags under her eyes.
Her outfit had changed to a matronly blue dress which she was literally bursting out of.
She thought to herself that it would be soon time for a girdle to keep my fat in. She looked at Tray and saw that he was an old man now.
She knew she would soon be there as well.....