Wilshire to look at and tried to make the connection, but I got nothing. Nor did I get what I normally do for someone who is dead."I told the gentlema... from one of the US government's agencies that this Mr. Wilshire was dead, because I received and was getting nothing. Well, thats not a hundred percent true. I was still actively seeking, but I was already over the normal time it takes me to check the entire world. So I told him Mr. Wilshire was dead."I assumed that was the end of it, and a. "Come on. Help me pick some more flowers, then you can buy me breakfast."The way she said it made it clear that she wouldn't accept 'no' for an answer. I followed her lithe form around the corner and out into the wildflower patch my mother had planted so many years before. I watched in wonder as the girl picked a bunch of flowers, her hair being whipped by the wind coming off the mountains. I could feel my cock hardening as her shapely body moved through the field. Turning to face me she. She didn’t want or need the right angle to penetrate me. She could have used the thick end of a baseball bat at any angle and my sloppy, sore ass would have easily accommodated it. “No, don’t Rhonda. It hurts. Don’t fuck me anymore, I can’t take anymore.” I said exhausted and started crawling away from her. Like a predator she pounced, forcing her cock all the way in me and resumed her assault. “Please stop, don’t, I can’t take it.” I pleaded. I started pushing her off and tried to. Good god granny thought can my cunt keep up. People old and new came up kiss were exchanged but all to a feel of a tit, cunt and arse a couple cheeky sods of both sex’s slit a well-greased finger deep into her arse, after a few more wines a spot light came on and a fucking coach came into view at which granny was lead to it and with no hesitation she allowed her self-strapped to it her dress was lifted to the waist and a stiff cock rubbed against her cunt lips – we meet again granny as she.