Hun gik med hovedet ned ad og havde tydeligvis hverken opdaget at lyset var tændt, eller at jeg var herude. Hun var kun iklædt sin brahlet og sine t...usser. Hun kiggede ferbrilsk op efter at havde set mine fødder stå ude på gulvet. Hun gav et lille råb ud i forskrækkelse over at se mig. En stråle af halvgult tis stod nu ud fra under hendes trusser. Hun var blevet så forskrækket over at jeg var der, at hun tissede i sine trusser og ned på gulvet. Jeg vidste ikke helt hvad jeg skulle gøre af mig. I am about one month past my eightieth birthday and am in disgustingly good health for a woman of my years.My husband of almost forty-two years passed away this last winter after a long bout with cancer that wasted him away to a shadow of his former self.I shamefully admit that I was cheating on him right up to the final curtain with every Tom, Dick and Harry with enough stamina to get it up and get it inside where it really counts the most at the end of the day.After I passed seventy-five, I. She was there laid next to me on her back as my hand stroked her plump belly, I gave her a nice wet kiss then fondled her big breasts, licking her nipples, she was so excited, I could tell when I slid my hand down under those lovely cotton knickers to her pussy, she was wet as hell, I always though old ladies were dry down there but my Gran was really wet as I tweaked her clitoris and slid my finger in mmmmmm, my cock was throbbing like hell, I had a nice lick of her pussy over her knickers. I actually looked like I had tits on my thin body. My cheeks were looking pretty puffy, and even my lips looked a little swelled. Well, a lot of beer will do that to you. I showered and made my way out to the kitchen, hoping Kelly had made some coffee. I shook my head, seeing the empty pot. Of course she hadn’t. She had been too busy slamming doors to think of anyone but herself. Kelly stomped in just as I finished pouring the water. She gave me a frosty glare and then pretended like I didn’t.