Pastor Russ was waiting for us in the drive nearest the grave. He took Grandma’s arm and helped her across the grass. We looked at the headstone; Gr...ndpa’s name was on the left, with his birth and death dates shown. On the right was Grandma’s name, but only her birth date.I smiled at my grandmother. “Sure you wanted to do that, Grandma? What happens if you meet another fellow?”“Oh, my God! That’s all I need! You men aren’t worth the trouble!” she laughed. Of course, the next thing she did was. . . ooo!"Jerry's world darkened as April clamped her legs against his head, and held him tightly to her. He could hardly breath, and her bucking made him bite his tongue--but he needed to make her cum. He put his hands under her ass and let himself be engulfed by the most beautiful, desirable pussy he could imagine.April stiffened, and made him stop licking as she climaxed.In a timeless void, they lay locked together in their ecstatic, sensual embrace.April put her knees down. Jerry kissed. She asked what about me? I said you can be there and if things work out like I want them to you will be gang banged. She smiled and said oh goody. I started calling all my single guy friends and told them it was going to be a blow our. I'd have ribs , chicken, and all the fixings. On certain calls I even let on that my wife was on the menu. These where guys I knew had fucked my wife before. I told each invite they could bring one male friend. I had lined up exactly ten guys and if they each. My best solution was to join up with one of the wagon trains heading out for the Oregon Trail and the virgin lands to the west waiting to be explored and settled by adventurous settlers searching for a new life in the ever-expanding country. The only problem was that it was fairly late in the “wagon train” season and most of the guides were already out there risking their lives to bring their contracted charges to the shores of the great Pacific or signing up with the railroad to join the steel.