Smack smack smack. Ken's wrinkly balls swung back and forth as he sexed Carla. Carla couldn't help thinking about Peter, and how he had so much more power and endurance. 'Oh yeah, big daddy is in the house' Ken groaned, proud of his energy and the increased movement of his hips from his yoga. 'My balls, my balls!' Ken shouted and he finished, his grey hair now sweaty and clinging to his face. 'Well, that was fun' Carla said awkwardly pulling her tights back on. 'He's back in the game' Ken said gripping his flacid penis and shaking it about with pride.