Her areolas were now tight, hard and wrinkly as her nipples reached out for more touch. Instantly, her left nipple was in my mouth. My tongue confirme...d how hard her areolas and nipples had become. My other hands was lightly stroking her back, from the base of her soft skinned ass to her shoulder blades. I went back for her mouth.My hand moved to her pussy, already very wet. I did a quick "survey" of where her clit was (heck, it was in my hand as I reached for it), how thick her inner lips. "Megan frantically pushed away from me about a foot, and rapidly rotated her body so she could look at me face-to-face, "Oh, my God. You're serious?" Very."She started to cry. First, she clenched her mouth shut, and then her lips trembled, and her jaw and then entire face scrunched up as she shook. After one vocal sob came from deep inside her, she said, "Oh, God, yes. YES. YES."I gathered Megan back in my arms, and she cried against my chest for a couple of minutes as I hugged her. As she did. He figured she had to be in her late fifties, but she looked ten or twelve years younger. She was thin like her daughter and granddaughter and looked in excellent shape. And she definitely looked like an old hippie in a flowery embroidered peasant dress and long blonde/gray hair pulled back in a ponytail bound by rubber bands about every three or four inches down her back.The women ordered mimosas while Bobby had a bloody mary. Brunch was whatever they wanted. They could choose from eggs. "I don't know why I did that," I said."It's all right," he said.I sat down in the chair and finished the wine cooler."I wanted to show you one of my favorite sites," he said. "It's all amateurs. Kind of like a porn Facebook. You can friend people and comment on their photos." He swung the laptop around and I was looking at a screen full of photos of naked women and men. Some of them having sex. "I have a profile on here," he said. "I'd like to put up some of the pictures I took today. With your.