“Yes,” she says, “I remember it well.”
“OK,” he says, “How about taking a stroll ’round there again and we can do it once more for old time’s sake.”
“Oooooooh Henry, you devil, that sounds like a good idea,” she answers.
A police officer is sitting in the next booth listening to all this, and having a chuckle to himself. He thinks, “I’ve got to see this . . . two old-timers having sex against a fence. I’ll just keep an eye on them so’s there’s no trouble.”
So he follows them. They walk haltingly along, leaning on each other for support, aided by a walking stick.
Finally they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence.
The old lady lifts her skirt, takes her knickers down and the old man drops his trousers. She turns around and as she hangs on to the fence, the old man moves in.
Suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the watching policeman has ever seen. They are bucking and jumping like eighteen-year- olds. This goes on for about forty minutes!
She’s yelling, “Ohhhh, God!”
He’s hanging on to her hips for dear life. This is the most athletic sex imaginable. Finally, they both collapse panting on the ground.
The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life that he didn’t know. He starts to think about his own aged parents and wonders whether they still have sex like this.
After about half and hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on.
The policeman, still watching, thinks, ‘That was truly amazing, he was going like a train. I’ve got to ask him what his secret is.’
As the couple pass, he says to them, “That was something else, you must have been having sex for about forty minutes. How do you manage it at your age? You must have had a fantastic life together. Is there some sort of secret?”
“No, there’s no secret,” the old man says, “except that fifty years ago that damn fence wasn’t