I don’t know she quickly gave me a kiss on my cheek and asked did I like it? I had no words to say all I could see was Meena in front of me and back...of my mind thinking about my dream to fuck her. My cock was growing big and strong and I looked at Meena and kissed on her cheek to which she hugged me again her hands were around me so where mine. I could feel her wet body and bra line. That feeling was amazing to top this as we were coming out of the hug we looked eye to eye and had a lip lock. They were out of town that day, so I popped in through the side gate. Dropping my towel, I dove in and to loosen up did a few freestyle laps. I followed with numerous laps of practicing my butterfly stroke. It was an intense workout and completing it; I could feel the familiar muscle burn of exhaustion. Pulling myself out of the pool I headed to the lounge. I popped the buds in my ears and set my iPod to one of my favorite women singing La Isla Bonita. As her sweet voice filled my ears, I could. That means my grandmother was eighty-six when I was born. She still worked the farm she had inherited from her parents. Actually, for most of my life, she rented it out for crop share and only supervised things at planting and harvest. I don’t know how much actual supervision she did, but I remember her and me sitting out in the pickup watching the tractors as they planted or the combines when they harvested. They took grandma’s license away when she was ninety-seven, but she still drove. Which was the point Robert was making. He moved to the Town of Stepford and enrolled Jennifer in Stepford High School. In just two years she became the woman I met at Yale.We talked at length. Stepford is a private township, founded by some wealthy families to preserve a certain moral standard of living. Anyone that wants to buy a home and move in must go through a rigorous background screening, interviews and then be approved by the Stepford Council. Robert said he thought we should move to.