When your rusty bag is knee-level, and the age of medicare is on the horizon - maybe being labeled a sexual predator becomes the least of your problems? For everyone else: You probably shouldn't even attempt this.
Reminds me of something my grammy would say: Don't hate the player with the deflated balloon knot, hate the game. Not since the reboot of Karate Kid have I been disgusted with men over the age of 50-years-old.
It's all shits and dumplings until you give a 67-year-old beet farmer a cyclopean erection. He was invited to look-no-touch - he went bobbing for carp instead. We call it 'sexual assault'. China calls it 'breaking the ice'.
Immobile fatty pays a visit to the local Walmart to stock up on war novels and V8 Splash when fate sends a pantiless milf his way. Hopefully the Mrs. is nearby. He's gonna need a diaper change after that encounter.