Your hands would touch my waist and my stomach, stroke the tops of my breasts following the gentle curving line of the top of my bra. Your hands would...feel so good, and I would want them to feel more of me so I’d take off my bra. (You were never good at that.) I would drop it on the carpet and you would say ‘You know, it looked good on you, but it looks even better on the floor.’ We would stumble to the bed. Your weight would feel good on top of me, and your mouth would feel so good tasting my. Very "granny" of them. I apologized for the tables being full. They said, "Now, never you mind. We're old - we're not dead. You just help us up on those stools and we'll be fine!" One at a time, I helped each old lady to a stool, then re-sat myself. "What'll it be, Ladies?" They each order Golden Cadillacs (gee, what a shock - the drink is as old as they are). I ordered a brandy & 7, and we began to talk. The conversation, no matter how I tried to steer it straight, went back to the encounter. . oh yes!" Amy moaned at my touch.My body slapped into her ass cheeks, creating that sweet sound of flesh upon flesh. My upper body continued to hover over hers, where I leaned in with my hot breathe across her neck. My hand shuffled from her breast, across her toned stomach and between her thighs. My fingers started to rub across the tender flesh of her pussy lips. My fingers were quickly soaked in her sticky nectar, as I continued to rub her pussy. Occasionally, I'd slide a finger, or two. I reached in front of me and slid two of my fingers in and out of her pussy with ease as I thrusted myself further and further into her ass. I used my other hand to fill her mouth with my fingers so she would suck on them, stiffening me even more. There was steamy air all around us and the water both felt good on my muscles and acted as a lubricant to help ease myself in and out of her. I lost control in the heat of the moment and lowered my head to whisper in her ear. “Take it bitch, you are.