To Recap:
My name is Tim. I am not, nor have I ever been, married. I have never wanted to be married. I know and have known some very special women. They have shown me that there are a large number of women who, through no fault of their own, are stuck in a loveless or at least a sexless life and that they are expected to endure it because of their ages or 'position' in life. Quite a few of them do something about it when the right opportunity arises.
I consider myself to be one of the most fortunate of people on this planet. I was gifted with a six foot tall body, strong, healthy, and "un-ugly." I am also blessed with a 10 inch long, 6 inch girth penis and the stamina and constitution of an Ox to use it. I am well aware that size isn't everything, but, you can learn the rest of the requirements! I am addicted to females, I am besotted with breasts, and vaginas' and I hope that never fades away. There are of course exceptions, but considering the size of the female population, I am happy with the remainder.
For the benefit of those who are easily confused: Stamina and constitution have nothing to do with the possession of balls.
Part 3:
Date: January 2013.
I had been seriously ill and therefore what was to have been my last chapter got delayed and then my world stopped spinning for a while.
Date: 7th February 2013.
Pat died peacefully, during her after-lunch sleep.
I lost a mother, a lover and a friend and life ceased to be the wonderful experience it had become.
I know it is inevitable that, as time goes by, one starts to lose ones oldest friends and relatives, but it still comes a shock when the time between each occurrence gets shorter and it doesn't lessen the pain.
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Date: 10th April 2013
I decided not to write part 3 up to the present day as all the people concerned are very much alive. Sally and Brian are quite happy about my writing Parts 1 & 2 as they can't be identified from the contents, but, the remainder became increasingly concerned about their exposure and I agreed with them that if I was around, the likelihood of anyone in this area who has read my story realizing where we were was high, so I was going to remove myself from the scene. I've had a fantastic life and wanted to make sure that no-one suffered on my account.
This part of my story ends with my having split all my/our assets equally amongst the group. The house was sold and we moved to somewhere warm. Once the ladies were settled I moved away. I ring regularly to keep up with their lives but I don't interfere.
I now own an ex-farmhouse in a remote location by the sea. I bought it at an auction and as no-one wanted a remote farm next to the sea, it came with an old Land Rover which still runs and is parked in a serviceable barn behind the house so I also have my motor-home parked in it. Electricity is laid on and I have 'phone and broadband, my water is pumped from a deep well. It is twenty miles to the nearest town and my nearest neighbour is half a mile away. I love it.
However, events would soon unfold to prove that although my life may have changed, "Pleasuring Granny" has merely taken a new direction.
Date: July 2013
Two weeks after moving into my cottage I met my next-door neighbour and she is some woman. She is 5' 9", slim, short hair, with, as I soon discovered, a pair of small, firm breasts on a hard, agile, totally smooth, body. I did notice a missing finger and a crooked finger on her left hand, but other than that she looked in fine shape.
I had been sitting outside with my laptop, reading a story from this site when she came up from the beach to say hello.
I'd had no idea that anyone was around so, being startled, I just turned round to face her and forgot to close the screen.
We did the usual exchange of names, hers is Brenda. On being told that I was now the owner of the cottage she told me she was my neighbour. She didn't mess about which was refreshing; she was straight forward and to the point.
I soon learned that she lived with her daughter who worked for a cruise company and therefore was absent for long periods. She had some very good friends in the South, but preferred to live where she did although the remoteness was sometimes a downer as she did rather like a little company occasionally.
I hadn't noticed that she could see the screen until she stared at it and finally sat beside me and read until:
"Wow, do you have any more like that?"
I showed her the website and how to choose a story to read then I waited until she'd glanced through a few after which she was looking flushed and kept running her tongue over her lips.
"Are you shocked?"
"No I'm not shocked, obviously I knew that there was tons of porn on the web but I never knew that it was also in text form from peoples own imaginations, that is very erotic."
Once she'd recovered her composure I admitted that I'd submitted two parts of a story and asked if she'd care to read it. Of course she would so I called it up and went to make some tea for us as she read it.
On my return I received the 3rd degree.
"How old are you Tim?"
"65."
"Ha! I thought I'd found a toy-boy and it turns out I'm the toy. I'm 58. Are you married?"
"No."
"Gay?"
"No."
