When your days of being a young buck are over, your hair is thinning and your waist thickening, sometimes you have to get real and adopt new tactics to get your sexual kicks.

Face it, your act is getting stale, you’re getting passed over at work and overlooked by the babes. Now is the time to rediscover your libido with the Autoblow Blast.

The Autoblow won’t in all likelihood get you a pay raise, but it will raise something else, and instead of contemplating what might have been, you can sit back and enjoy what’s happening right here and now.

The Autoblow doesn’t care what you look like or whether you ask it nicely to give you a blowjob. You can rage and ramble at the Autoblow all day if the mood takes you, and it will still blow you every bit as good, riding your cock up and down, up and down just as fast as you want to take it.

Of course being a grumpy old man, nothing is good as it should be or used to be. Women are ruder, and more assertive, cars are smaller and a lot more boring, you can’t abide the way your son’s jeans hang half way down his ass and the word ‘dinsoaur’ is increasingly mumbled in your presence.

We say screw ‘em. Screw ‘em all. Just order yourself the Autoblow Blast and it will be with you in quiet, unobtrusive plain packaging in just a few days. To hell with the carbon footprint, you need a blowjob.

After a few meaningful sessions with the Autoblow, your perkiness and friskiness of youth will return and girls will start to take notice again. Suddenly you’re not old  but mature, your hair is not grey but silver, you’re not exhausted but experienced. Well you can believe all that fairytale stuff if you want to, but the important thing is that you you’re getting an authentic blowjob from the best automatic blowjob machine on the planet: www.roboticblowjob.com

Long before the Autoblow Blast, the world’s first automatic and electric blowjob machine, there was the now infamous David Bowie ‘Electric Blowjob’ staged at Oxford Town Hall on June 17^th 1972.

There was a tense feeling of rebellion in the air as Bowie – then riding high with his Ziggy Stardust persona and very fame hungry  – took to the stage. At some point during the concert, Bowie walked to the front of the stage and then to the back where the late Mick Ronson was strutting his funky stuff on lead guitar. Suddenly David swooped to crotch level, gripped Ronno round the hips,  and in full view of the entire audience, proceeded to mimic giving Ronno’s guitar at crotch level a good oral seeing to.

Now Ronson, at the time a strict Mormon, and a Yorkshireman to boot, had no choice but to play along, but he was seething, especially as he could see photographers snapping away and immortalizing the humiliating moment. Come a break in the show, Ronno stormed off the stage and wouldn’t you would have liked to have been a fly on the dressing room wall as Ronno handed Bowie an altogether different kind of tongue lashing.

It was a one off, perhaps even considered tame by today’s standards, but at the time it caused outrage and furore, gasps in The Times, grumbles and groans in the Telegraph, and of course lots more controversial coverage for David Bowie.

Today you don’t have to go to such crazy lengths to get yourself a superb electric blowjob. Just go online and order the Autoblow Blast and it will be delivered direct to your door in plain packaging without a single (or for that matter, married) press photographer in sight.