I was surprised that the traffic bollards and the statue of the ball player were still standing. Instead of the pristine and highly decorated facade I...remembered, from where the World Series was being played, the patina of rust and decay seemed everywhere, even on the closed gate.I could see an irate woman wearing a red trench coat and a beret with warm black hair sticking out from under it, at a speaker next to the gate. As we got closer, I could hear her as well. She had a loud, brash. "They told me that my hip is shattered, I've got severe osteoporosis and the chance of it healing up are very slim. I've always been a realistic sort of a person so I know that I won't be going back to Pebble Beach, alive that is. Jim, would you allow me to be buried alongside Ned and Clarrie? The beach is where I belong and I would like that to be my last resting place, along side my friends." Of course Betty, but that won't be for a long time yet, you're a healthy woman and I'm sure you can. Once he finished with her other leg, she slipped it under the water to join the first. Now he had both her feet teasing him. She trapped his cock between her two big toes and began to rub them up and down."Hey, if you keep doing that you're going to finish me off before we get to the real fun," he told her."We can't have that," she grinned, drawing her legs back. "Now let me wash your feet."He handed her the soap, then lifted one leg out of the water. Lissa set to work immediately, and he was. One of the items she picked out was a tube of lube that she suggested he could use to get into her ass.Despite his concern over hurting her, she insisted and he gave her what she wanted. After waiting so many years, they both found that anal sex was something that they both enjoyed immensely. During the weekend they never dressed or went outside their home. Rather, they celebrated their love and their lust over and over.Since that weekend, their lovemaking sessions had been more often, longer.