The senior citizens

Jim leaned over and asked his wife, “Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind that farm where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you right there and then.”

She replied, “Yes, I remember it well.”

Jim asked, “How about taking a stroll around there and we can do it for old time’s sake?”

His wife, with a twinkle in her eyes, said, “Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!”

A policeman was sitting in the next booth in the tavern bar and heard their conversation.  He was chuckling to himself and thinks to himself, “I’ve got to see these two senior citizens going at it. [After all, they’re almost 80 by now]. I’ll keep an eye on them so there’s no trouble.” And so, he follows them.

The elderly couple walk haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking canes.

Finally, they get to the back of the farm and lean up against the fence.  When the policeman takes a peek at the “action”, he sees that both erupt into the most furious love making he has ever seen.  This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and screaming!! Finally, they both collapse, panting to the ground.

The policeman is amazed! He thinks that he has learned something about life and old age that he didn’t know.

After about half an hour lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet, stagger to put their clothes back on and seemed shaken up.  The policeman, still watching, thinks to himself, “This is truly amazing.  I’ve got to ask them what their secret is!”

So as the couple get up and walk pass the policeman, the police officer says to them, “Excuse me, but that was something else.  I couldn’t help but notice the two of you making out at the fence over there. You must have had a fantastic sex life together! Is there some sort of secret to this?”

Shaking, the old man is barely able to reply.

“Fifty years ago, that wasn’t an electric fence.”

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