Grandmothers. Great Grandmothers. The young ones don't taste right. The old ones are ripe.I guess that's why I love my job. I'm the night watch at a E...der Community. I walk around, late at night, making sure the community is secure. Five and a half years and we've never had so much as a car drive by after midnight but the oldies in here feel better knowing I'm there.They wouldn't, of course, if they knew me.Take Mrs. Featherstone, for instance. Her meds knock her out. I slip into her unit every. Perhaps when we know one another better." He said."I'm sure." She smiled, it was again the sunny smile he saw when she first clambered onto the wagon. He was inordinately glad to see it.At noon, or thereabouts, the wagon pulled off the road and stopped at a small farmstead. It was rather run-down looking, but they smelled stew cooking on the air."Rest stop." Called the driver. "They'll have stew for you lot and there's privies behind the house."The priest sauntered off around the building and. I love that first kiss, when your lips are still cold and you’re so hungry for me it hurts. Don’t deny it, you… You cradle my head and tilt my chin so when your tongue slides between my lips… it’s like a million little fireworks are going off inside me. So hot and explosive, I know my new panties are already stained. We always skip dinner after that. Even though I’ve kept it warm for you all day between doing homework and little chores, I’m too hot to care. I latch onto your hand and pull you. “Yeah, sure,” I said. I started to wheel myself to get her the coffee, but she raised her hand to short shank me.“I’ll get it; I’m desperate,” she said. I nodded for her to go ahead.“You can pour me one too,” I said, to her retreating backside.“Okay,” she said. She was back and handing me my cup in a little under a minute and a half.“I bought them,” I said, in answer to her questioning look relating to the Denny’s cups I’d gotten for three bucks each at my favorite local diner. She nodded and.