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Simultaneously, at Billy and Cathy's house, more of the group had gathered. Several of the women, who had ridden out with Liz, had gone there, because of how close it was. Mary was showing more than normal signs of extreme anxiety. She freely admitted her fear of storms, and, THIS one was shaping up to be one of the WORST of her life. She had tears in her eyes every time she looked at the gathering clouds, or heard another announcement. It only took a few seconds for them to reach the house, but she was showing signs of growing hysteria. To the point that Clara and Lorene had to take her arms, and comfort her just to get her into the house. Gail suggested that they go ahead and take her to the shelter in the basement, and try to get her calmed down a bit. Her TRUE feelings were shown when she left a streak of urine on the lower steps behind her.
The other women tried their best to comfort her, and get her to quiet down a bit, but, their efforts were fruitless. She was sobbing uncontrollably, and started trying to throw up. Irene, drawing on her expertise as a "Medicine Woman" went up the stairs, fetching her bag of "tricks." Some of the more common remedies she took with her nearly everywhere. She sat her bag on the counter, keeping her ears cocked for signs that SHE, too, had better seek shelter. She looked inside the bag, an old, much worn, brown purse, and retrieved 2, then 3, bottles and baggies of herbs that she thought might be of help. Liz stepped beside her, and wordlessly, reached into the cabinet to draw out the bottle of whisky that Billy kept there. They didn't, she explained, drink very often. An occasional beer, or even, on rare occasions, a light, mixed drink, such as a "Bloody Mary," or a "Screwdriver," was their usual choices, or a glass of wine, with a meal. The whisky was used for "emergencies," or marinating pieces of meat.
Irene smiled at her. "Hiram and Levi drink like it's goin' out o' style. Can't keep enough "firewater" for those two redskins." Liz almost lost it, laughing at her counterpart. "My Dad, and one of my brothers, was the same way. The other brother drank, but not like those two. HE had a hard time holdin' 'is likker. Two or three drinks an' 'e was out like a burned out light bulb. He stuck to beer, MOST of the time." With thanks from Irene, she poured a tiny bit of the amber liquid into a short glass, poured a dark brown syrupy liquid in and swirled it around to mix it. She reached into one of the baggies, and took a pinch of the whitish powder, and added to the mixture, then a larger "pinch" of a brownish powder from the other baggie. She reached over and retrieved the coffee pot, and filled the glass almost full, taking a spoon and stirring the concoction carefully, until all traces of the powder were dissolved. She carefully poured the entire mixture into a coffee cup, and told Liz, "Let's go give this to poor Mary. She's hurtin' bad."
They went into the basement, joining the others. They parted for the 2 ladies, so they could reach Mary, who was laying on a bunk bed, sobbing as if she was in severe pain. "Here go, Honey. Drink this. It'll make ya' feel better." Irene stated. Mary looked up at the older woman. "What is it?" she asked. Irene, gave Mary her sweetest smile. "Somethin I fixed ta make ya relax. Drink it, an' this ole storm won't bother ya any more. You'll go ta sleep, an feel like a new woman when ya wake up. We'll take GOOD care of ya'. It might still be a little hot, so take the first sip an' check it. Then, if it's cool enough, drink it all down." Mary tasted it. "NOT BAD!" She chugged the rest of it down, and handed the cup back to Irene. "Thank You. I'm about to jump outta my skin, I'm so scared. Storms have bothered me all my life. My Aunt and Uncle were killed in a storm, and I'm scared ta death of 'em."
Mary laid back down, still more than a little concerned at the sound of the hail hitting the house. Billy and then Sharon leaned down to kiss her. "Rest easy, Hon. We'll look after ya. Ya KNOW we love ya." Sharon told her. Irene and Liz went back up the stairs. Betty was mopping the floor from the sink in the basement, cleaning the urine from the steps and floor.
They went over to the sink, and Irene washed the cup and glass, and put them back in their places. Liz asked her. "What was that, ya gave 'er?" Irene smiled and answered. "Bitter Root, hemp seed, and peyote. The hemp seed, you know it as marijuana, and peyote, make ya relax, and the bitter root makes ya drowsy. She'll sleep fer a couple o' hours, an feel REAL GOOD when she wakes up. She might be a little dizzy, at first, but, it'll go away fast." Liz laughed. "I KNOW about marijuana, AND peyote. The peyote is what some tribes use fer "Medicine Dreams." They say it lets 'em look into the future, or somethin' like that." Irene smiled back at her, and touched the end of her nose with her finger. "Ya got it! But they have visions, sometimes of the future, but most times of the spirit world. It puts 'em in touch with the "Great Spirit." What we call God."
They went to the window, pulling back the curtain to look outside. Liz shook her head. "Looks like an old-fashioned gully-washer ta me. she stated. "We was needin' th' rain, but it looks like a cow pissin' on a flat rock. Mebbe th' whole herd."
She went over and turned on the TV. The weatherman was telling watchers that the storm was streaming in from the southwest, and that rain could be expected for the next 12 to 24 hours. He expected the heaviest to be past in the next 1 to 3 hours. It was a system that was coming from the Pacific, and was stretched out and "training" over the top of this area. He showed a radar image of the storm. There had been 3 tornadoes reported, but little to no damage to people or structures.
They heard a motor outside. Jerry, Mike, William, and Tod, driving, were pulling outside the gate. They leapt from the pickup. It was the 1 1/2 ton that Tod pulled livestock trailers with, and made a mad dash to the house. Irene opened the door for them, telling them loudly, "Take yer boots off. You'll track mud in Cathy's clean house. If SHE don't skin ya, I WILL!!!" They all paused on the porch, taking their boots off, and answering "YES, MA'AM!!!" Each of them knew she would do just a she said. Jerry looked at the older woman. "How's Mary. I know she's scared out of 'er mind." Irene assured him that Mary was just fine. She had given her something to make her relax and sleep. The others were in the basement with her. They might, when they went down, tell the others that the "All Clear," had been given. All they had now was rain, rain, and MORE rain. Maybe another whole day of it.
Liz looked at the 4 of them. "Where's Davey?" she asked. Mike told her, "He went out ta look at the building site, and 'is truck got into some high water, and drowned out. Dad's goin' out on the big JD ta get 'im, and pull 'im back ta th' house. Dave's madder than a wet hen. He did everthin' he tells the others NOT ta do. He'll be here as quick as 'e can."
Jerry had gone with the other 2 men, straight down to the basement. He went over and sat on the edge of the bunk where Mary was sleeping. The others assured him that she was sleeping for a little bit, and they were keeping an eye on her. After all. THEY loved her, TOO!!! Jerry leaned down and picked her up and asked for someone to open the door for him, so he could carry her upstairs. Mike, still near, held the door for him. As Jerry passed him, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Where's Misti an' Sam?" he asked. Both called from the foot of the stairs. Mike held the door for all the others, and kissed the 2 women as they came up. "I was worried aboucha. Ben is over at Pete's house, an I ended up at Dad's house. Ever'body s**ttered when the storm hit. I figured ya would be here. Ya know it best."
Billy had turned on the TV, again, and was monitoring the weather reports. Some areas were reporting as much as 7 inches if rain in a little less than 2 hours. The phone rang. It was Cathy. Several police, and Bennie, had come to check on how it was at the hospital. Bennie and Lannie had both told her to send him their love. She didn't have any babies in the Nursery, so she had been asked to give a hand in Emergency, just in case. She was there, now. THEIR only emergency, was, a man had slid down in the mud he was running in, and hit his head on something, knocking him out, and twisting his knee. HE was going to be in a cast for 3 or 4 weeks. He was pissed, BAD. He had been entered in a fishing tournament, but, now, couldn't go. He was having to lose his entry fee.
Billy laughed at her story, and told her to drive careful coming home. He told the others, and William smiled. It was one of the guys from work. He was semi-pro, and lived and breathed fishing. Lorene looked at him. "Tain't funny when ya fish, serious like that. I'm near the same way. I'm feelin' it, cause it's been 4 whole days since I had a pole in ma han'. I got at least a dozen new lures ta' try out, an sen' in to be made. An a dozen more ready ta put in th' molds. My boat'll think I don't love it no more."
The people sat in the dining room, and at the kitchen table, discussing varied subjects. Tod went over to Irene and whispered in her ear. She looked at him, "You REALLY want that?" she asked. He nodded his head. She laughed and told him, "That beats all I EVER heard. C'mon, Honey." They went up the stairs. None of the others had paid the pair of them much mind.
Tod had turned on the computer in Cathy's office, and entered the prompt for the pictures they had that Irene had painted. He asked about each one as it appeared. He was asking questions about details in faces, habits, and what they had been doing when she saw them. She answered each of his questions, pointing out different things on enlargements of the pictures. There had only been one chair, so Tod had offered her a knee to sit on. He operated the mouse with his left hand, and kept his right around her waist. They didn't want anyone to bother them, and had closed the door. They sat there, discussing the subject at hand, but Tod, ever mindful of his companion, was enjoying the way she felt through the cotton house dress. She sat there, comfortably, noting after a bit, that HE was showing signs of excitement. She felt a tiny push on her butt. NAW!!! IT COULDN'T BE? she thought. NOT someone this young and handsome. She moved a bit, as if to get more comfortable. The bulge persisted. She let her hand drop down as if to get something out of her pocket. MY GOSH!!! This boy is showin' hard for ME!!! WHY NOT?
She rose from his lap, and reached down to touch the bulge in his pants. His hand went up under her dress to feel her legs. "Honey. YOU just gave me the nicest compliment you could give me. Come on, an let me thank ya the best way I know how." She unsnapped his shirt, and laid it and his T-shirt on the chair they were sitting in. Then she unsnapped his jeans, pulling them and his drawers down, and pushing him back on the bed to pull them off his legs. She backed away from him, a little warily. After all, SHE was a little more than double his age. She unbuttoned her dress. The buttons went from neck to hem, in the front of her dress. She shed it, then her half-slip, followed by her bra, and, finally, her panties. He was a tiny bit surprised that they were almost identical to what HIS mother wore all the time. See through bikini panties. HER'S were RED! They looked nice on her dusky skin. She slowly peeled them down, revealing a smooth belly, and a neatly trimmed bush. It was as black as coal, and trimmed to a perfect triangle, ending near her clitoris. She stood straight, and held her arms out from her sides for his inspection. He was more surprised than he allowed himself to show. She was BEAUTIFUL!!! ESPECIALLY, considering her AGE. She had admitted to being nearly 70.
Tod held his arms out to her, inviting her in. She took the necessary step, and his arms went around her. Her flesh was soft, smooth, and warm. He kissed her tummy, and ducked his head to kiss a little lower. Her arms went around him to pull him in to welcome. He hadn't shaved this morning, and the scratchy beard tickled her. The feel of it made her anticipate him going down on her, IF HE DID!!! It wouldn't be the first time a younger man refused to eat an old woman's pussy. She vowed to make the most of ANYTHING he did to her.
She took the lead, pushing him back and straddling his legs. She reached up to kiss him. First a light kiss on the lips, then a bit harder. The third kiss, she waggled her tongue between his lips, to open them, and reached in with it to spar with HIS tongue. He returned each of her kisses in kind. He had reached up and pulled her down on top of him, reaching around to explore her fully. His hands were so gentle, she hardly felt anything, except the tingle of where he had touched. OH, MY!!! He's treating me like I was 19, again, she thought. She sighed from the caresses he was giving her. Her nipples, were pointing slightly upward. Her breast sagged a bit, but NOT seriously. He had seen teens that didn't have knockers this nice. He longed to see a picture of her when she was young. SHE would have been as sexy as any he could think of.
They held each other kissing and enjoying the feel of their partner, and making themselves ready for what was SURELY to come at this point. He felt of her from the back of her head to well down the backs of her legs. SURE!!! There would be NO mistaking of her age, but it felt as nice as many a much younger woman. Especially when his fingers trailed from her waist to the backs of her knees. She quivered and responded so VERY nicely. She pushed in at him like she meant business, and kissed him even harder. Her hands were just a busy as his were. She felt his face, and stroked down his neck to his chest. She then raised enough to put her hand between them, and rub his chest, and feel his stomach muscles. A couple of times, she had reached back, and took a grip on his dick. felling it in the palm of her hand.
Tod decided that he didn't want to wait any longer. He rolled her over to her back, and, giving her more kisses, started his downward journey to Heaven. He kissed at her scalp line, and went inch by inch, lower and lower. He kissed everything his nose touched, and more. He nibbled the nape of her neck, making her giggle. It sounded like a little girl, caught with her hand in the cookie jar. It was downright musical. He nibbled at her earlobes, biting them barely enough to make her breath catch. He went further, kissing her breasts, and enjoying the feel of her rock-hard nipples in his lips. As he sucked and licked them her breath caught, over and over, escaping each time in a long, drawn out sigh. He took this as a sign of approval, and went lower still. Kissing her tummy, and getting another giggle, and over her hip-bones to kiss the crease where her abdomen melted into her legs. Her legs, in return, slowly spread, wider and wider. All her secrets were being revealed. He nuzzled her small Mons with his nose, teasing the hair with his tongue. Her Mons, even though not that large, or puffy, was extremely soft. She must have used shampoo on herself, too. Her pubic hair was silky and soft as the hair on her head.
He debated himself for a second. His decision made, he lowered his head and stuck his tongue to her anus, wiggling it, and making her jump. She gave no sign that this was distasteful to her, so he repeated the move. Each time he touched her, she jumped as if she had been shocked. BUT!! Her breathing had become even faster, and more ragged. It MUST be making her more excited. The last time he inserted his tongue inside a little bit, and started licking up to her clitoris. This made her jump AND screech. Her hands came down to hold the back of his head. He, again, took it as a sign of approval. He nuzzled the sensitive area, enjoying the feel of her pussy-lips in his lips. THEY were ULTRA-SOFT, and seeping fluids like he hadn't seen many girls do. Let alone mature women. She was wet as all get out. A tiny stream of pussy juice ran down her to her ass. He licked it up. Ambrosia from the Gods!!!
He moved his head up to "striking distance," and his tongue darted out, snake-like, and went inside her vagina. It was as if a faucet had been turned. Her juices flowed out, and he eagerly lapped them from her. She was bouncing like she was on a trampoline, grasping the back of his head, and muttering, "Please, Please! EAT my old cunt! It ain't felt THIS good in ages. You sure know how ta make an old broad feel like a youngster. Keep it up an I'll walk a hunnerd miles ta give ya a kiss. A thousand for ever'thin' else. OH. LORD!!! Ya got a golden tongue. Use it on me. PLEASE!!! I love watcha doin' to me. DO ME MORE!!! DO ME MORE!!! He had, while she was distracted, eased up and given her clitty a kiss. She jumped anew. He captured it between his lips, and began to lick it in the same way as he had licked her ass, earlier. With MUCH the same results. He had to put one arm on her to keep her near enough to please. She was bouncing up and down with the rythm of his tongue, and squealing her pleasure. Her ass was shaking,and her legs were flexing. He continued until she ceased moving. Fearful that he might have hurt her, he went up and laid his head on her chest, listening for a heartbeat. It was there, and beating like a bass drum. She had fainted.
Tod kissed her flaccid lips, not expecting a response. He pulled a pillow out and put it under her hips. He looked longingly at her exposed pussy. It was as small and pink as any he had gazed upon. He took the opportunity, and licked it several times. THIS was DEFINITELY "EATIN PUSSY!!!" ALMOST too good to mess up with your dick.
He took another lick of it, and her eyes fluttered open. He positioned himself between her legs, his elbows pinning her legs open. His stiffy was resting just lower than her vaginal opening. He was poised to go for the gusto. She felt his dick, in the right place for her, and pitched upward, driving him inside her as far as he could reach. She was humming a song he enjoyed. "Your Squaw is on the Warpath, Tonight." She hadn't hesitated one iota. SHE was humping HIM!!! She locked her ankles around his waist and used her hands to pull him on top of her. She greeted him with the longest kiss he could imagine. Her hips were swirling and jumping into him at the same time. It was almost overwhelming. He managed to get control enough to put his elbows to either side of her, and brace himself. He began to long-stroke into her, making her squeal once more. She spread them much wider than before, and pointed the soles of her feet at the ceiling. Her ass never slowed in the tiniest bit. It was STILL hard to tell who was fucking WHOM!!! He was giving her the long-dong, and she was doing at least 3 versions of the "Horizontal Hula," with a version of the "Mattress Mambo," thrown in for good measure. Both were clinging to the other for dear life. Their lips never separated. It must have been hard for them to breathe. Irene's legs went back around Tod's waist and she humped up to him, pressing her pelvis into his groin. He let out a long groan. His sper, poured out of him and into her. She kissed him even harder, and ground her pelvis into him. Both sighed and fell apart, Tod still on top of his lady love. He rolled to the side of her, putting his arm under her neck to pull her to him. "That was wonderful, Darling." he told her. "Now I see how the menfolks stay so young and trim. You ladies keep them in great shape. And yourselves in FANTASTIC shape." She giggled, again. "Ya know. Once is NEVER enough fer me. WE got ta do THIS, AGAIN!!! He looked dep into her eyes, and kissed her. "Your wish is my command."
The other women tried their best to comfort her, and get her to quiet down a bit, but, their efforts were fruitless. She was sobbing uncontrollably, and started trying to throw up. Irene, drawing on her expertise as a "Medicine Woman" went up the stairs, fetching her bag of "tricks." Some of the more common remedies she took with her nearly everywhere. She sat her bag on the counter, keeping her ears cocked for signs that SHE, too, had better seek shelter. She looked inside the bag, an old, much worn, brown purse, and retrieved 2, then 3, bottles and baggies of herbs that she thought might be of help. Liz stepped beside her, and wordlessly, reached into the cabinet to draw out the bottle of whisky that Billy kept there. They didn't, she explained, drink very often. An occasional beer, or even, on rare occasions, a light, mixed drink, such as a "Bloody Mary," or a "Screwdriver," was their usual choices, or a glass of wine, with a meal. The whisky was used for "emergencies," or marinating pieces of meat.
Irene smiled at her. "Hiram and Levi drink like it's goin' out o' style. Can't keep enough "firewater" for those two redskins." Liz almost lost it, laughing at her counterpart. "My Dad, and one of my brothers, was the same way. The other brother drank, but not like those two. HE had a hard time holdin' 'is likker. Two or three drinks an' 'e was out like a burned out light bulb. He stuck to beer, MOST of the time." With thanks from Irene, she poured a tiny bit of the amber liquid into a short glass, poured a dark brown syrupy liquid in and swirled it around to mix it. She reached into one of the baggies, and took a pinch of the whitish powder, and added to the mixture, then a larger "pinch" of a brownish powder from the other baggie. She reached over and retrieved the coffee pot, and filled the glass almost full, taking a spoon and stirring the concoction carefully, until all traces of the powder were dissolved. She carefully poured the entire mixture into a coffee cup, and told Liz, "Let's go give this to poor Mary. She's hurtin' bad."
They went into the basement, joining the others. They parted for the 2 ladies, so they could reach Mary, who was laying on a bunk bed, sobbing as if she was in severe pain. "Here go, Honey. Drink this. It'll make ya' feel better." Irene stated. Mary looked up at the older woman. "What is it?" she asked. Irene, gave Mary her sweetest smile. "Somethin I fixed ta make ya relax. Drink it, an' this ole storm won't bother ya any more. You'll go ta sleep, an feel like a new woman when ya wake up. We'll take GOOD care of ya'. It might still be a little hot, so take the first sip an' check it. Then, if it's cool enough, drink it all down." Mary tasted it. "NOT BAD!" She chugged the rest of it down, and handed the cup back to Irene. "Thank You. I'm about to jump outta my skin, I'm so scared. Storms have bothered me all my life. My Aunt and Uncle were killed in a storm, and I'm scared ta death of 'em."
Mary laid back down, still more than a little concerned at the sound of the hail hitting the house. Billy and then Sharon leaned down to kiss her. "Rest easy, Hon. We'll look after ya. Ya KNOW we love ya." Sharon told her. Irene and Liz went back up the stairs. Betty was mopping the floor from the sink in the basement, cleaning the urine from the steps and floor.
They went over to the sink, and Irene washed the cup and glass, and put them back in their places. Liz asked her. "What was that, ya gave 'er?" Irene smiled and answered. "Bitter Root, hemp seed, and peyote. The hemp seed, you know it as marijuana, and peyote, make ya relax, and the bitter root makes ya drowsy. She'll sleep fer a couple o' hours, an feel REAL GOOD when she wakes up. She might be a little dizzy, at first, but, it'll go away fast." Liz laughed. "I KNOW about marijuana, AND peyote. The peyote is what some tribes use fer "Medicine Dreams." They say it lets 'em look into the future, or somethin' like that." Irene smiled back at her, and touched the end of her nose with her finger. "Ya got it! But they have visions, sometimes of the future, but most times of the spirit world. It puts 'em in touch with the "Great Spirit." What we call God."
They went to the window, pulling back the curtain to look outside. Liz shook her head. "Looks like an old-fashioned gully-washer ta me. she stated. "We was needin' th' rain, but it looks like a cow pissin' on a flat rock. Mebbe th' whole herd."
She went over and turned on the TV. The weatherman was telling watchers that the storm was streaming in from the southwest, and that rain could be expected for the next 12 to 24 hours. He expected the heaviest to be past in the next 1 to 3 hours. It was a system that was coming from the Pacific, and was stretched out and "training" over the top of this area. He showed a radar image of the storm. There had been 3 tornadoes reported, but little to no damage to people or structures.
They heard a motor outside. Jerry, Mike, William, and Tod, driving, were pulling outside the gate. They leapt from the pickup. It was the 1 1/2 ton that Tod pulled livestock trailers with, and made a mad dash to the house. Irene opened the door for them, telling them loudly, "Take yer boots off. You'll track mud in Cathy's clean house. If SHE don't skin ya, I WILL!!!" They all paused on the porch, taking their boots off, and answering "YES, MA'AM!!!" Each of them knew she would do just a she said. Jerry looked at the older woman. "How's Mary. I know she's scared out of 'er mind." Irene assured him that Mary was just fine. She had given her something to make her relax and sleep. The others were in the basement with her. They might, when they went down, tell the others that the "All Clear," had been given. All they had now was rain, rain, and MORE rain. Maybe another whole day of it.
Liz looked at the 4 of them. "Where's Davey?" she asked. Mike told her, "He went out ta look at the building site, and 'is truck got into some high water, and drowned out. Dad's goin' out on the big JD ta get 'im, and pull 'im back ta th' house. Dave's madder than a wet hen. He did everthin' he tells the others NOT ta do. He'll be here as quick as 'e can."
Jerry had gone with the other 2 men, straight down to the basement. He went over and sat on the edge of the bunk where Mary was sleeping. The others assured him that she was sleeping for a little bit, and they were keeping an eye on her. After all. THEY loved her, TOO!!! Jerry leaned down and picked her up and asked for someone to open the door for him, so he could carry her upstairs. Mike, still near, held the door for him. As Jerry passed him, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "Where's Misti an' Sam?" he asked. Both called from the foot of the stairs. Mike held the door for all the others, and kissed the 2 women as they came up. "I was worried aboucha. Ben is over at Pete's house, an I ended up at Dad's house. Ever'body s**ttered when the storm hit. I figured ya would be here. Ya know it best."
Billy had turned on the TV, again, and was monitoring the weather reports. Some areas were reporting as much as 7 inches if rain in a little less than 2 hours. The phone rang. It was Cathy. Several police, and Bennie, had come to check on how it was at the hospital. Bennie and Lannie had both told her to send him their love. She didn't have any babies in the Nursery, so she had been asked to give a hand in Emergency, just in case. She was there, now. THEIR only emergency, was, a man had slid down in the mud he was running in, and hit his head on something, knocking him out, and twisting his knee. HE was going to be in a cast for 3 or 4 weeks. He was pissed, BAD. He had been entered in a fishing tournament, but, now, couldn't go. He was having to lose his entry fee.
Billy laughed at her story, and told her to drive careful coming home. He told the others, and William smiled. It was one of the guys from work. He was semi-pro, and lived and breathed fishing. Lorene looked at him. "Tain't funny when ya fish, serious like that. I'm near the same way. I'm feelin' it, cause it's been 4 whole days since I had a pole in ma han'. I got at least a dozen new lures ta' try out, an sen' in to be made. An a dozen more ready ta put in th' molds. My boat'll think I don't love it no more."
The people sat in the dining room, and at the kitchen table, discussing varied subjects. Tod went over to Irene and whispered in her ear. She looked at him, "You REALLY want that?" she asked. He nodded his head. She laughed and told him, "That beats all I EVER heard. C'mon, Honey." They went up the stairs. None of the others had paid the pair of them much mind.
Tod had turned on the computer in Cathy's office, and entered the prompt for the pictures they had that Irene had painted. He asked about each one as it appeared. He was asking questions about details in faces, habits, and what they had been doing when she saw them. She answered each of his questions, pointing out different things on enlargements of the pictures. There had only been one chair, so Tod had offered her a knee to sit on. He operated the mouse with his left hand, and kept his right around her waist. They didn't want anyone to bother them, and had closed the door. They sat there, discussing the subject at hand, but Tod, ever mindful of his companion, was enjoying the way she felt through the cotton house dress. She sat there, comfortably, noting after a bit, that HE was showing signs of excitement. She felt a tiny push on her butt. NAW!!! IT COULDN'T BE? she thought. NOT someone this young and handsome. She moved a bit, as if to get more comfortable. The bulge persisted. She let her hand drop down as if to get something out of her pocket. MY GOSH!!! This boy is showin' hard for ME!!! WHY NOT?
She rose from his lap, and reached down to touch the bulge in his pants. His hand went up under her dress to feel her legs. "Honey. YOU just gave me the nicest compliment you could give me. Come on, an let me thank ya the best way I know how." She unsnapped his shirt, and laid it and his T-shirt on the chair they were sitting in. Then she unsnapped his jeans, pulling them and his drawers down, and pushing him back on the bed to pull them off his legs. She backed away from him, a little warily. After all, SHE was a little more than double his age. She unbuttoned her dress. The buttons went from neck to hem, in the front of her dress. She shed it, then her half-slip, followed by her bra, and, finally, her panties. He was a tiny bit surprised that they were almost identical to what HIS mother wore all the time. See through bikini panties. HER'S were RED! They looked nice on her dusky skin. She slowly peeled them down, revealing a smooth belly, and a neatly trimmed bush. It was as black as coal, and trimmed to a perfect triangle, ending near her clitoris. She stood straight, and held her arms out from her sides for his inspection. He was more surprised than he allowed himself to show. She was BEAUTIFUL!!! ESPECIALLY, considering her AGE. She had admitted to being nearly 70.
Tod held his arms out to her, inviting her in. She took the necessary step, and his arms went around her. Her flesh was soft, smooth, and warm. He kissed her tummy, and ducked his head to kiss a little lower. Her arms went around him to pull him in to welcome. He hadn't shaved this morning, and the scratchy beard tickled her. The feel of it made her anticipate him going down on her, IF HE DID!!! It wouldn't be the first time a younger man refused to eat an old woman's pussy. She vowed to make the most of ANYTHING he did to her.
She took the lead, pushing him back and straddling his legs. She reached up to kiss him. First a light kiss on the lips, then a bit harder. The third kiss, she waggled her tongue between his lips, to open them, and reached in with it to spar with HIS tongue. He returned each of her kisses in kind. He had reached up and pulled her down on top of him, reaching around to explore her fully. His hands were so gentle, she hardly felt anything, except the tingle of where he had touched. OH, MY!!! He's treating me like I was 19, again, she thought. She sighed from the caresses he was giving her. Her nipples, were pointing slightly upward. Her breast sagged a bit, but NOT seriously. He had seen teens that didn't have knockers this nice. He longed to see a picture of her when she was young. SHE would have been as sexy as any he could think of.
They held each other kissing and enjoying the feel of their partner, and making themselves ready for what was SURELY to come at this point. He felt of her from the back of her head to well down the backs of her legs. SURE!!! There would be NO mistaking of her age, but it felt as nice as many a much younger woman. Especially when his fingers trailed from her waist to the backs of her knees. She quivered and responded so VERY nicely. She pushed in at him like she meant business, and kissed him even harder. Her hands were just a busy as his were. She felt his face, and stroked down his neck to his chest. She then raised enough to put her hand between them, and rub his chest, and feel his stomach muscles. A couple of times, she had reached back, and took a grip on his dick. felling it in the palm of her hand.
Tod decided that he didn't want to wait any longer. He rolled her over to her back, and, giving her more kisses, started his downward journey to Heaven. He kissed at her scalp line, and went inch by inch, lower and lower. He kissed everything his nose touched, and more. He nibbled the nape of her neck, making her giggle. It sounded like a little girl, caught with her hand in the cookie jar. It was downright musical. He nibbled at her earlobes, biting them barely enough to make her breath catch. He went further, kissing her breasts, and enjoying the feel of her rock-hard nipples in his lips. As he sucked and licked them her breath caught, over and over, escaping each time in a long, drawn out sigh. He took this as a sign of approval, and went lower still. Kissing her tummy, and getting another giggle, and over her hip-bones to kiss the crease where her abdomen melted into her legs. Her legs, in return, slowly spread, wider and wider. All her secrets were being revealed. He nuzzled her small Mons with his nose, teasing the hair with his tongue. Her Mons, even though not that large, or puffy, was extremely soft. She must have used shampoo on herself, too. Her pubic hair was silky and soft as the hair on her head.
He debated himself for a second. His decision made, he lowered his head and stuck his tongue to her anus, wiggling it, and making her jump. She gave no sign that this was distasteful to her, so he repeated the move. Each time he touched her, she jumped as if she had been shocked. BUT!! Her breathing had become even faster, and more ragged. It MUST be making her more excited. The last time he inserted his tongue inside a little bit, and started licking up to her clitoris. This made her jump AND screech. Her hands came down to hold the back of his head. He, again, took it as a sign of approval. He nuzzled the sensitive area, enjoying the feel of her pussy-lips in his lips. THEY were ULTRA-SOFT, and seeping fluids like he hadn't seen many girls do. Let alone mature women. She was wet as all get out. A tiny stream of pussy juice ran down her to her ass. He licked it up. Ambrosia from the Gods!!!
He moved his head up to "striking distance," and his tongue darted out, snake-like, and went inside her vagina. It was as if a faucet had been turned. Her juices flowed out, and he eagerly lapped them from her. She was bouncing like she was on a trampoline, grasping the back of his head, and muttering, "Please, Please! EAT my old cunt! It ain't felt THIS good in ages. You sure know how ta make an old broad feel like a youngster. Keep it up an I'll walk a hunnerd miles ta give ya a kiss. A thousand for ever'thin' else. OH. LORD!!! Ya got a golden tongue. Use it on me. PLEASE!!! I love watcha doin' to me. DO ME MORE!!! DO ME MORE!!! He had, while she was distracted, eased up and given her clitty a kiss. She jumped anew. He captured it between his lips, and began to lick it in the same way as he had licked her ass, earlier. With MUCH the same results. He had to put one arm on her to keep her near enough to please. She was bouncing up and down with the rythm of his tongue, and squealing her pleasure. Her ass was shaking,and her legs were flexing. He continued until she ceased moving. Fearful that he might have hurt her, he went up and laid his head on her chest, listening for a heartbeat. It was there, and beating like a bass drum. She had fainted.
Tod kissed her flaccid lips, not expecting a response. He pulled a pillow out and put it under her hips. He looked longingly at her exposed pussy. It was as small and pink as any he had gazed upon. He took the opportunity, and licked it several times. THIS was DEFINITELY "EATIN PUSSY!!!" ALMOST too good to mess up with your dick.
He took another lick of it, and her eyes fluttered open. He positioned himself between her legs, his elbows pinning her legs open. His stiffy was resting just lower than her vaginal opening. He was poised to go for the gusto. She felt his dick, in the right place for her, and pitched upward, driving him inside her as far as he could reach. She was humming a song he enjoyed. "Your Squaw is on the Warpath, Tonight." She hadn't hesitated one iota. SHE was humping HIM!!! She locked her ankles around his waist and used her hands to pull him on top of her. She greeted him with the longest kiss he could imagine. Her hips were swirling and jumping into him at the same time. It was almost overwhelming. He managed to get control enough to put his elbows to either side of her, and brace himself. He began to long-stroke into her, making her squeal once more. She spread them much wider than before, and pointed the soles of her feet at the ceiling. Her ass never slowed in the tiniest bit. It was STILL hard to tell who was fucking WHOM!!! He was giving her the long-dong, and she was doing at least 3 versions of the "Horizontal Hula," with a version of the "Mattress Mambo," thrown in for good measure. Both were clinging to the other for dear life. Their lips never separated. It must have been hard for them to breathe. Irene's legs went back around Tod's waist and she humped up to him, pressing her pelvis into his groin. He let out a long groan. His sper, poured out of him and into her. She kissed him even harder, and ground her pelvis into him. Both sighed and fell apart, Tod still on top of his lady love. He rolled to the side of her, putting his arm under her neck to pull her to him. "That was wonderful, Darling." he told her. "Now I see how the menfolks stay so young and trim. You ladies keep them in great shape. And yourselves in FANTASTIC shape." She giggled, again. "Ya know. Once is NEVER enough fer me. WE got ta do THIS, AGAIN!!! He looked dep into her eyes, and kissed her. "Your wish is my command."
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