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The old man's heart races as he feels the cool nylon cling to his skin, the sensation both familiar and exhilarating. He grips his throbbing member tightly, his strokes becoming more urgent, his moans echoing off the tiled walls. The scent of his own urine fills the air, a pungent reminder of his taboo act. He imagines the nylon, once pristine and smooth, now damp and stained, rubbing against his sensitive skin as he jerks off, the thought pushing him closer to the edge. With a final, shuddering groan, he releases his load, the milky-white fluid mixing with the remnants of his urine, creating a sticky, humid mess on the shower floor.