" Misty latched onto Bill's waist. His hand stroked her back. Turning into him, Misty started to weep. Though Bill never moved, the bed shifted again....A second hand joined the one trying to soothe her."Misty, when I came to the US with Ray-ray," Salome spoke softly, "I had nothing but him. I was so lonely; I saw little hope of finding my place." Salome lay over to spoon Misty's back. "I thought about going to the Gulf and trying to swim to Mexico." I don't want to die," Misty shared with both. "That sounds good. Why don't you call for Italian since you like that so well. I'll stop on the way and pick it up. Sound good?" OK, mom. I'll get the pasta and the garlic bread you like so well. I'm having the meatball sandwich. I'll see you when you get here." OK, honey. Bye." I dropped the phone into my hand and put it back in my pocket while I finished brushing out the poodle. He was a sweet dog and made no fuss when I put him back in the cage to wait for his operation.I cleaned up around. In the midst of her trying to fuck my face through her orgasm and her thighs squeezing tight on my cheeks, I could hear her the sound of her voice as she came, growing from a long high "Oooh" into a sort of primal scream as her release coursed through her body. After several seconds of shaking and trembling through her orgasm, she slowly sunk back down onto my chest, the buttplug pulling away from my mouth, before rolling off my body and lying limp across the bed, panting heavily.She remained. In Part I we discussed my invitation to my grannies Sandy and Alma’s pool party. As I mentioned before five years ago I retired and moved to Oro Valley, Arizona near Tucson. I joined a senior’s over sixty social group and I never knew my life would change like this. You see I discovered Grannies, single ones, divorced ones and married ones and my sex life has not been the same since. Two of my favorite grannies are Alma and Sandy. One lucky day I got strange E-Mail’s from both of them; it read.