Let me take a moment to thank al those who have written to me, sent pictures and e-mails. I want to thank ladies and the few married couples first. I think it is wonderful that mature couples can read my stories and get a warm glow that last thru out the day.
I have made friends with a lady near my age that is also a widow. We have much in common and are going to meet shortly to exchange experiences of your lives. Her freedom from the ethical ties started when she was much younger than what I did. So after we have spent a few days together maybe my dear readers we will have a few new stories as told to me by: Again thanks to all that e-mail me....
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It was one of those mornings that just start out right. I woke to see the warm spring sun streaming in my bedroom windows. Normally I roll over, pull the covers over my head an take another hour to wake up. I am retired you know. So I can pretty much do as I please.
I had made a list of things to do around the house. This is the house in town before I moved to the country. My lot is near the middle of the block. The lot next to me on the south side has been vacant for twenty years. The house on the north side is a beautiful old three story that had been renovated and is in better condition than my house. It was just sold after being on the market for almost a year. The family trust that was doing the selling put a price on it and held to it. I was glad to see this beautiful old house was once again going to be lived in. A house needs to have souls and laugher to keep it alive too. Kind of like the life's blood that trickles through my old ass.
I got out of bed and took my sixty two year old body to the shower. I like to wake up with a stream of hot prickly water pin pointing my skin. It kind of gives me a good feeling. I live alone most of the time. I do have a house guest from time to time. My sometimes lover stops by when he gets horny, I have a lady friend that gets in trouble all the time and she needs a place to hide once in a while. Some times she jump in my bed and sometimes not. We are not lesbians, but feel as if the joy of sex can be had by all. Or is that Bi...
I like to walk around the house naked with my poor old floppy forty double DD's swinging free. Some times they feel too heavy to be free bout today was not one of those days. I took my coffee out on the back porch to stand where I could see the movers carry in a thousand boxes from the moving truck on the street. They could not see me but I like to look at men at work with there shirt all sweaty and clinging to there hard bodies. Okay, old ladies can dream just like old men. There were four younger men and old older guy that seemed to be the boss. He was thick through the shoulders, a little bit of a pot belly but he was a handsome devil. I wondered if he was local or from where ever my new neighbors came from. I have maybe thirty feet of lawn between my drive way and the hedge row that separates the properties. My lot is twice the size of the one next door as my house sits on a double lot.
I watched this older guy talk to the men, point and give instruction where to place the boxes and furniture. He moved with a light grace of foot. I wondered if he was a good dancer. I had not gone dancing in a long time.
The last time I went out dancing I got in trouble and ended up with a very sore; well never mind what was sore but I will say I had a hard time sitting for a few days. Yes, Yes, yes I know it was stupid of me but those two guys were so nice and after a few drinks my good sense if I ever had it went out the motel door and never did come back. One was near my age, married from out of town and the second was a young guy in training. After that night I believe those guys were closer and had a great deal to talk about on the return trip to where ever they were from. I hope the married guy took some new ideas for his love life home with him to enjoy with his wife. When you have been married over twenty yeas like he had sometimes ones' love life need a shot of fresh blood or new ideas... Oh yes; as I remember the younger guy was engaged to the older guy's daughter. It might be hard to explain what they learned that night if either mother/wife or daughter found out what they were doing to one another. Well, yes me too over and over and over again... LOL it was fun night.
I was just wondering if any of those younger men were related to the older guy. God, darn there I go again thinking with my pussy and not my head. Do you think that men are the only ones that think with their sexual organs? When I feel my nipples get hard, my pussy squeals and my head goes numb I just have to follow my horny little feeling where ever they lead me.
As I stood there my pussy, my freshly washed Polish pussy was quivering like a scared rabbit. God you would think I never got fucked.
That is when I went side slipped on my terry cloth robe with nothing else to impede my desires as I walked out and across my drive way. OH, yes I had inserted my little silver balls just for fun and besides I liked the way they feel when I walk with them in place.
Picking a place to stand on my side of the hedge row was not too hard I stood behind the lowest hedge so the older guy could get a good look at my old body. What the fuck if you go fishing you need to use the best bate. My sizeable tits were my best bate.
He saw me coming across the grass and with a smile on his aged face he walked toward me.
He said "Hi; how are you this fine Irish morning? I hope we did not wake you or are not making too much noise?" He asked.
