Raising a hand to my cheek I caress that first drop into my skin. Tracing my hand across my face as more rain kisses my skin, I feel free. Slowly the ...rain starts to fall, and as if giving me permission, tears start to fill my eyes. As tears flow down my cheeks I raise my arms above my head, palms out, letting the now steady flow of rain fall over me. Opening my mouth, sticking out my tongue I taste the raindrops mixed in with the salt of my tears. Still barefooted I make my way over to a seat I. There used to be four of us but Cassandra’d moved to Georgia; we’d never replaced her.Antonia Santiago, Patty O’Casey and me, Gil Roister, we played at my house each Saturday. I supplied the premises; the gals brought a snack and their drinks. Today they’d brought pizzas. Patty had diet Pepsi, Antonia liked her wine, her Chianti, me, I stuck to vodka.And the game? The stakes had to be small, we were all Social Security recipients; Antonia and I were sixty-five, Patty was sixty-eight.Patty. " She replied calmly. "You havesuch a lovely, young, tight body honey. How much experience do you have inhaving it fucked?" "Not a lotsir, but some." She blushed in saying that. Oooh, she was still innocentand sweet, not yet a slut. Again a fact I could remedy without any trouble. "Letme see you fuck my finger with that sweet tight pussy of yours, baby." She obedientlystarted moving back and forth on my finger, taking it deep into her slicktight cunt. "Harder" Herpace increased, and so did. You promised you could give me a quickie before he gets here,” she whined. One of her hands was cupping her pussy as though she expected it to be dripping on the floor, and having had my face in it a few minutes ago I knew that might actually be possible. I grabbed her by the waist and tossed her up, sitting her on the washer lid. I pulled her ass forward to the edge of the washer and stepped between her legs. The apartment was furnished with appliances that included a washer and dryer three.