Our content ranging from light, verbal illustrations of favorite sights, and of sex. Sex, by most peoples standards, but to them it was much more, a v...id filling chance to share something very personal and fulfilling. I was writing a story about a fantasy of my own desires, Misty was an inspiration to me, keeping the passion I needed alive, spiriting my creativity.The emails we exchanged the previous day were at a new level. Knowing the chances of us getting together were remote, yet possible.I. It may take some time for me to get up to speed.”“We understand, Gramps. Just let me clean you up a bit and we can join the others. They are waiting to give you a little surprise.” She went to her knees before me and somehow managed to slip Jolly Roger all-the-way in, without a pause. How could she do that? Not complaining, mind you, but this was completely outside my experience.She took her mouth off for a minute to explain. “It only takes a little practice, Gramps. The boys we trained on. When her period ended she just ravished him continuously for the next two days. He had decided he loved going fishing with her. She had accepted that he really did. She loved to see him fly his model airplane and cried when she crashed it. He fixed it and helped her control it through a successful flight. She was very proud of herself. He helped her when she decided to buy her own plane. She helped him buy his own fishing rod. They were both looking for reasons things could not possibly work. Letting go of any remaining doubts, I crossed the room.When I was within reach, Jordan pulled my face down for another kiss. Her lips pressed to mine, reminding me of the hungry look she had downstairs. For a second, I felt like she was trying to eat me, even though she wasn’t using her teeth.She pulled away. Her eyes were closed and her pink tongue licked her lips. I had a second to wonder, did I taste good? Her eyes snapped open and then she jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist. I.