She lives about 2 hrs away,so packed up some clothes and my tools.The next day i headed out to her place,when i got she was seating on the porch,I gre...ted her and said my name is Paul and she said her name was Flo.my friend Bill did they me anything about her but she was my idea of the most perfect granny.Flo was about mid 70's and she was about 5'6" tall and around 300 Ibs.long gray hair.Flo was still wearing her nightgown,Flo told me to come inside and she would fix breakfast for us.As she. I did not have to wait long. I heard her, talking extra loud as she came back up the stairs. "First on the right, Major," she said. I stood against the wall where the opening door would conceal me, and in came an artillery major in full regimentals, working on his cross belts and obviously eager for action.I tapped him behind the ear with the butt of my heavy pistol and caught him as he fell, limp as a bag of potatoes. I quickly gagged him and hog tied him with his own belts. He had a fat purse. Keeping track of friends and acquaintances' lives and problems usually kept her mind off of her own. Tonight, though, she was lonely. She wanted some company. She went through her short list of possibilities for companionship as she headed down the usual path home, crossing almost all the names off as quickly as they came to mind. She was stopped by the same red light that always got her, and she glanced into a parking lot to her right.It can't be, she thought, watching a familiar body walk. More and more the group in the car started seeing individual girls, and groups, of varying ages in the nude. Not all the girls were naked but a good many were and nobody outside seemed to mind.Peter pulled the car over to the curb just as three twelve year old girls giggled passed, naked and totally unconcerned. Their little budding breasts and the soft downy fur between their legs was clearly visible as was every other inch of their angular, pre-teen bodies and no mother or father was rushing.