I think I was in the beginning throes of shock. The heat of the sun tripled in a heartbeat, and my pulse raced. Although I thought she was a twenty-fi...st century fox, smart, funny, sexy, exciting, hell, she’s just a kid. I never dreamed…Next, without thinking, I reached for her and pressed my lips against hers. She seemed receptive for a second or two and then she burst out laughing. I backed away and looked at her with a puzzled face.“What’s so funny?” I asked.“You have no idea who I am, do. She opened my pant and shirt. I did the same with her. The next thing: we were completely naked!I took my dick and snailed it inside her asshole! She moaned, “Arghh!!!” I pushed it inside her, and she moaned her. I pulled, then pushed. She pulled, and pushed. Pull – push – pull – push.“Ahhh, oh my gawd, fuck me harder babe,” she said.I was silent. She shouted like hell.“Fuck me, ah, I’m a bitch,” she said. “Oh, aunty-fucker, ahh, whip my ass, WHIP MY ASS, wow! Shiiiitt! I’m fuucckkiiinng myyyy. . But, as usual, life never goes as expected.“Whoa...”“What?”I pointed. “That!”“Are you color blind?” she teased again.“White is a shade, not a color. Don’t you pay attention in Jane’s class?”“No, because you’re always talking my ear off.”“Oh whatever!” I retorted. “But listen ... The other day when I told you that I had a dream about photographing you, I actually wasn’t kidding. And in the dream ... you were wearing that!”When we arrived home, we had plenty to carry in. Also, I was broke. I am really into the over sixty singles scene. Being younger I have acquired a fine stable of 65+ grannies that I bed down on a regular basis. But it’s my Wednesday afternoon Granny Marsha that is one of the best grannies I have ever dated. Every Wednesday this trip fit doll with long shoulder length silver hair invited me over for lunch, drinks and what has turned out to be phenomenal sex. At first we just had good sex; it was satisfying for both of us. Usually, after a swim I would remove her.