I Will Always Lubb You

At 85 years of age, Roger marries Jenny, a lovely 25 year old.

Since her new husband is so old, Jenny decides that after their wedding she and Roger should have separate bedrooms because she is concerned that her new but decrepit husband may overexert himself if they spend the entire night together.

After the wedding festivities Jenny prepares herself for bed and the expected knock on the door. Sure enough the knock comes, the door opens and there is Roger, her 85 year old groom, ready for action. They unite as one, the earth moves and Jenny is forced to change the sheets. Roger takes leave of his bride and she prepares to go to sleep.

After a few minutes, Jenny hears another knock on her bedroom door and it's Roger again: he is ready for more action. Somewhat surprised, Jenny consents to multi-ficky fick redux. When the newlyweds are done, the bed a total shambles, Roger kisses his bride, bids her a fond good night and leaves.

After ten minutes spent repairing the shattered bed, Jenny is finally set to get some sleep. To her infinite surprise, however, Roger is back again, rapping on the door, fresh as a 16-year-old, with a throbbing schlong preceding him into the room by a good ten inches. Yet once again, they ravish each other in successive bouts of passion previously unknown to the species. The bed and mattress will have to be replaced in their entirety.

As Roger readies himself to leave again, his young bride, exhausted, manages to mutter to the geriatric satyr: "I am stunned that a man your age can perform at such a pitch of red-hot passion--and so often. I have been with men less than a third of your age who were barely good once. You are the king of schtuppers, Roger."

Roger, taken aback slightly and somewhat confused, turns to his spent bride and inquires: "You mean I was here before?"

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