For the next couple of years I’d call in at Maggie’s about once a week. She used to dress in vintage/retro underwear for me such as seamed stockin...s, corsets and girdles and of course not forgetting those big granny panties. We had some wonderful sex sessions. ElsieElsie was a lonely widow in our village who I befriended through walking our dogs together. I was early fifties at the time and Elsie was in her seventies. It was a slow burner as initially I didn’t consider her sexually but over. I finished taking the dress off of him and he layed in the bed with a thong on and pair of fish net stockings. I moved the thong to the side like I promised and began sucking him off. He liked it so much that his toes curled, and with my super head skills he busted after 20 minutes of sucking. I couldn't believe I finally did that to him. Now, that was over and he blew me, but it was only for 5 minutes but it was the best 5 minutes with my baby. I stood up and took the rest of my clothes off. She would be horribly humiliated if any of them heard her sordid whining and groaning telling Mister Pillow what a good job he was doing to make her feel so good down there. The pink pillow was stained in memorable places and she loved resting her face in it when she dozed off because the scent of her sins was enough to keep her twat excited even though the humping was over and she was innocent on the outside but with her tummy churning like her blender just thinking about Mister Pillow’s. Well, mine did anyway, but it was empty. There was no reason for me as a person to want to go on living. Yes, I know the kids and grandchildren needed me, but living no longer held any great joy for me, just for them. However, I am still here, so I've had to make the most of it. That's where this story begins.My frequent visits to the nursing home had been as much to heal my aching soul as to watch over my dad as his life slowly broke into little pieces that were lost by the day. By trying to.