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All of this provided by a woman I have always thought of as ‘Granny’. I am lucky to have an almost photographic memory, if I’ve seen it I can nearly always recall it, no matter how long ago it happened.Unfortunately, my recall for conversations is no-where near as good so although the events I describe are certainly accurate, I have had to fill in some blanks in my memory of conversations with what I believe is a fair approximation of what was said.

One day, when I was 19, he took a truck and the next-door neighbour; we never saw or heard of them again except to learn that the truck, which had been loaded with scotch destined for Russia, was found in a German forest minus its’ load.” “Very much so, I enjoy the peace and quiet and I’m not tempted to spend what little money I have.” “Don’t you have any friends you wish to see?” From the way she said ‘friends’ I knew she meant girls. Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female/Female, First Time, Mature, Oral Sex They have shown me that there are a large number of women who, through no fault of their own, are stuck in a loveless or at least a sexless life and that they are expected to endure it because of their ages or ‘position’ in life.I am addicted to females, I am besotted with breasts, and vaginas’ and I hope that never fades away. I consider myself to be amongst the most fortunate of people on this planet.

Quite a few of them do something about it when the right opportunity arises.

I had noticed, over the last two or three weeks, that she was wearing looser and more revealing clothing, and assumed it was because of the warmer weather as summer was approaching., Three cheers for warm weather, it was a pleasant sight, as the year progressed, to see the layers slowly come off, revealing a shapely body, nice legs and soft bouncy breasts under her T-shirt.

She used to exercise each day for an hour and swam regularly in her pool so was in pretty good shape.

She looked at me for a while then asked me in for coffee and a chat during which I must have passed some sort of test as she eventually said that she had obviously meant a female companion, but what the hell, I would be company so why not a lodger? She told me that her husband had died when he crashed his ‘plane on landing and had been dead for nearly three years and she now felt lonely.

He’d been ‘something big in oil’ and had at least left her well provided for.

As I remember it, the conversation went something like this: “How long have you been here now Tim?