I had seen her a couple of times since she moved nearby to welcome her to the area and help her unpack a bit at her new condo, but I hadn’t thought ...about the clothes until now. When I called her, she said she was busy but could come over the next weekend. I told her that the clothes had not been touched in over a year, and that another week wouldn’t hurt. She said she would be over on Saturday after lunch. The following Saturday I heard her drive up. I greeted her at the door and gave her a hug. Nothing happened. No rush of air being sucked out by a vacuum. Cautiously, she raised the window a bit more and, clearing her throat, called out in her loudest policewoman's voice."Yo! Anyone out there? Want to talk? Want to join us?"As if she had turned off the mute on a TV, the voices thundered back at her. A cacophony of souls crying out in need."Whoa! Wait! Slow down. One at a time!" Taking her whistle out of her shirt pocket, she blew a strident stop to the merry-go-round of noise. . “Y’all be nuts, young lady. A purdy little thang, but crazier than a one-armed rodeo rider on an angry bull,” I drawled.Rachael hooted with laughter.It was mid-afternoon by the time we rolled into the forecourt at home. Rachael grabbed her bags and disappeared. I kept the Stetson on after seeing myself in the hall mirror. I did look dashing.With a chilly bottle of Stella Artois beer in hand, I moseyed on out to the back patio and settled. My granddaughter had given me so much pleasure today, I. Then comes a surprise as he switches his attentions from my vag to my bum hole, taking my breath away. Being licked all around the area my husband never touched in his whole life seems so wrong, so forbidden, I never thought that it might actually be so pleasurable; my husband made it perfectly clear he thought it was dirty. Yet this beautiful young man seems uninhibited by such notions. As he slurps at my anus, I realise that he’s not so much trying to stimulate it as lubricate it! Working a.