The seemingly frail, bent old lady lived alone and had survived until one morning, soon after her ninety-eighth birthday, the milkman noticed the prev...ous day's milk hadn't been taken in. He alerted the police and they called her younger sister's son, Robert, who found Miss Read lying abed. She'd died peaceably in her sleep. Her will left the house and contents to be shared between all three of her sister's children but none of them wished to live in the damp, inconvenient old house. After. Again there was slight resistance but again not much and I knew she was weakening. I carried on up her thigh and was soon stroking her pussy through her panties. I pulled my hand out from under her bra and slipped her blouse off her shoulders, her bra went next and my mouth was soon fastened to one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling on it.I was over the moon when I felt her legs part slightly and I was able to slip a couple of fingers under the leg of her panties. She was really wet and I. My courage and strength enough only for fantasy where I imagined myself with men fondling herself where the boy was not supposed to. Then I began to secretly "borrow" from my mother's wardrobe lingerie, dress him and take a picture yourself. Emboldened little more, I started a page on your mail. ru, placing on the page "My World" pictures with erotic content, the similarity of those that you can see there now. Thus began the stage of my virtual communication with men who were literally. Other stories I saw were about gloryholes in public places. I would have loved to come upon a gloryhole with a big anonymous dick sticking through, waiting for some attention. Whenever I was in a public bathroom I curiously checked the stalls for a gloryhole, but never found one. The stories I read seemed unrealistic, and I couldn't imagine stuff like that actually happened in real life. The ideal situation I thought of was finding a well hung stranger in some isolated place, where I ended up.