Some days, good luck just jumps up and slaps you in the face to get your attention. About a week after our adventure with the stagecoach robbery, Jane...had to make a call of nature trip into some local woods. She had gotten back among the trees, but had no time to piss, when she let out a scream. It didn't sound like pain, but I didn't take any chances.I ran to see what she was upset about, and I found her in a little clearing with her pants sopping wet. She was standing next to a human skeleton. "She looked very sexy when she returned. Stay up stockings, high heels and a thin, see through negligee. She took her glass from the table and sat down on a chair, with her legs sufficiently spread for me to enjoy the sight of her trimmed pussy."Cheers, dear." She took a swig of her drink. "You're right, this is lovely on a warm day." So are you." Flatterer. You make this old wife feel like she was. Lovely." But you are. Was that outfit on your shopping list today? I can't say I've seen it. “Princesses don’t live in trees, Grandma,” I said. “She might have been a robin, but she was still a princess.” “Can a bird really be a princess, Grandma?” Grandma put her hand over her heart. “Being a princess is all in here, sweetie.” *** “Ahh,” Paul said, as if my words held wisdom from the ages. He hugged me tighter. “Why now, after all this time? I mean, I think about Grandma a lot. Why did it take so long for me to cry?” “I don’t know, Em.” He kissed my nose and traced his finger along. She needed to become accustomed to thislarge size in her rear entry, as this cock was a bitlarger than her own boyfriend’s that she was used to. After a few slow in and out movements, she was able toaccommodate him comfortably, and her backward thruststold him that he needed to pick up the pace. Her moanswere now the loudest they had been all night. She, aswas her night’s partner’s, was enjoying the now primalsex they were taking part in, and she was enjoyingevery moment thus.