He settled close enough to touch and appeared to belooking down the V neck of my sweatshirt. Then he just leaned in andkissed me again, just like at t...e theater. He cradled my neck and wemade out like teenagers for a few moments. He was eager but gentle andwhat could I do? My hands were wet and soapy.He stepped back and studied me. I wanted to dry my hands but he was inthe way of the towel and I didn't want slog around him like a dampzombie, so I guess I'm the one who broke the mood."Could you. "I am going to miss you so much." A Kissing noise that is long and wet. I grin to myself."Oh Nim, not as much at I will miss you." more kissing sounds.They are so cute. I watch them for a minute simply to bask in their love. I wish sometimes that I could have more than physical love. I understand the pleasures of the body. It might be why I always work so hard to find someone compatible, who I can give my body to, but my heart, that I can't give. Will these two beautiful men forgive me for my. .. And scared too ... And disgusted ... Which is why it makes me horny, I think...”Cut to the bathroom. All gleaming and white. A line of plastic tubs sitting on the twin vanity sinktop. 3 tubs of medium cockroaches, 3 of large roaches, a couple of tubs of mealworms (all wriggling and crawling around on top of each other), and Tupperware containers from the garden – assorted bugs in one, and earth worms in the other.We look up from them and focus on the door. There’s a little pause and then. I’m meanwhile pumping my finger frantically in her steaming pussy. I get up and get out of my boxers. She lifts her nightie over her head and swiftly gets rid of the wet panties. I stand looking down at my old gran’s magnificent dark roundness. Her crotch and pussy sprinkled with neatly trimmed salt and pepper hairs. I am still looking at her when she gets up and sits on the edge of the bed, her big flesh balloons hanging down to her waist as she grabs hold of my long fat dong. She wraps both.