I’m a big guy. Think Santa, have the beard and the suit. But speaking of comfort, find a big, slouchy chair or sofa. I sit leaning far back, you sit leaning far back. On me. If things work like they’re wanted, not guaranteed for a 72yo, my hard cock will nestle quite comfortably between your cheeks. And my hands will be free, and freely on you. Squeezing and kneading your wonderful tits. Sliding over and pulling your nipples. Twisting them, and while doing do sliding my forefinger gently across the very tip of them. All the while longing for them to swell a bit under my touch. Sensing any indication of what works and I just keep doing that. That’s one hand. The other hand is busy on your pussy. Taking your nether lips and gently squeezing between thumb and forefinger. Maybe not so gently. Putting my hand flat on your belly, barely above your pussy, and moving it up and down. Your skin, your pussy, and your clitoral hood all move along with my hand, rubbing you just slightly enough. One finger , just the tip with a drop of lube on it, goes round your pussy between inner and outer lips. It takes a u-shape path, between your outer and inner lips, from the middle down around and to the middle on the other side. Every once in a while the path gets longer, starting and ending further up. Eventually at the end I just touch your clit, just barely. My finger stays for a moment. It then makes a slow light circle, around your clit. Around and around, accelerating slowly in speed and pressure and proximity. I transition smoothly from just the one finger to four, flat and making faster and firmer circles over the top of your pussy, centered on your clit. Faster and firmer until your hips start to move against my hand. And my other hand never left your tits. The middle two fingers slide into your now fully wet self, and up to touch your g-spot. My palm slides on your clit, firmly but not too hard. My whole hand is moving up and down. Each movement both presses my fingertips on your g-spot and slides my palm across your clit. The speed is at first slow and gets faster. Each time my hand moves it moves just a tiny bit faster. Not a lot, but inevitably. Pretty soon, very quickly. It’s difficult for me to keep it going, but I do it anyway. My own breathing gets heavy, from the effort, and from my own arousal. I do it, because all I can think of is your next orgasm. In your ear, whispered firmly, “Come! Come now!”