Don't argue if youknow what's good for you."We got in her car an headed out of town. She told me it was an easytrick for her to restore her hair. But ...ince her body would soon bemine, why should she go through the trouble of dying her hair, going tothe denist or wearing a bra outside of school. We stopped at the countynursing home. Ms. Fluke lead me to the 3rd floor, and told the nurse atthe desk I was there to see my Great Aunt Alice. The nurse told us shewas in room 341, and to try not to. Her lips were so soft i kept on kissing until she parted her lips, now our tongues met for the first time. We french kissed for about 10 minutes then i put her on bed and was on top of her. I started kissing her lips, cheeks, moved down to her neck. she was fully excited and was moaning ummmm…aahh..I removed her pallu and behold the two most precious boobs. I got so excited on seeing them that i almost tore her blouse. the main part came when she lifted her saree and there was no panty, that. "With that she got up from the bed and turning knelt on the bed with her back to me and dipping her back presented her bottom for my attention. What a wonderful sight she made; her pert buttocks framed by the black elasteen of her corselet and her sex, obscured partially by the flap of its crotch.Maxie spread her legs again and looking back instructed me to stick it up her and give her a good fucking. "Cunt", "fuck": for a 71 year old Aunty Maxie's language was choice and added a certain spice. I felt somuch more mature and grown up as I posed for each picture. Perhaps itwas just the setting, perhaps it was my first time wearing such apretty prom dressed or perhaps it was I more fully accepting andenjoying my newfound image. Whatever it was, I liked the feeling. Momeven had an evening shawl for me to use to cover my shoulders in case Igot cold later and I felt even more glamorous as she snapped a fewpictures of me wrapping the shawl around my shoulders."Well, you're quite the model,.