All over the UK news broadcasters are saying how lonely a lot of the elderly are – ‘starved of company’ is a popular headline. Now, I happen to like old ladies, their ripe chubby fat bodies and titties, and they usually never trim their cunt hair and more to the point, have probably never had sex in years.
So, I set about getting to meet them. Luckily, my local council had a scheme called, new friends. I had a hard job convincing them that aged only twenty-five, I wanted to befriend the oldies, but they bought my story about getting on well with my grandparents.
My first assignment was with a nice lady called Joyce. She was in her early seventies and I met her for afternoon tea at her lovely bungalow.
She looked nice and smelt lovely – lavender. With the usual tight perm, she had sparkly eyes, and from what I could determine, an ample bust.
Hers was the usual story, married for a very only time, hubby died a couple of years ago. Childhood sweethearts, the only man she ever had – the usual story.
“It’s so nice of you Peter, to take the time to befriend me. I have been so lonely since my darling hubby died two years ago. I belong to the ladies circle but I do miss male interest – so to speak.
“I am rather curious as to why, as a young man, you joined this scheme. Surely it must be boring to be with us oldies.”
“Well, Joyce I prefer the company of older people, they are, like my grandparents, so interesting. For example, and I am sorry if this embarrasses you, my nana and grandpa told me a lot about sex in the war and what went on and how women became more liberated. Gramps told me how he was seduced by an elderly neighbour one night in an air raid shelter.”
“Well Peter, your grandparents, seem very liberal. For myself, I only ever had one man and he was lovely and also unusually erotic.”
“That is interesting, Joyce. Can you tell me more or is it a naughty secret?”
“Well, it is naughty, some would say filthy. But my lovely hubby had a fetish about watching women going to the toilet – you know, peeing. And as I wanted to please him I let him watch me and that led to him fingering me as I took a lovely long pee. It got to the stage that I would suck his cock and when he made me cum I used to squirt it out and then drink all his lovely spunk.”
“Oh, Joyce that sounds wonderful.” With that, I went over and sat beside her, and started kissing her wrinkled neck. “You smell so lovely, Joyce. Can I kiss you properly?”
As we kissed she held me tight and was happy to open her mouth so we could get more of each other.
Breaking off she said, “Oh my goodness, that takes me back to my younger days.”
“And what does this do?” I ran a hand up her legs and over her loose granny pants which were wet.
“Oh this is not right, but it is so lovely.” She moaned with lust as I pushed my fingers inside. I felt a lovely short piss squirt which made her hairy pussy wet and ready. Teasing and probing the gaping hole and tweaking her big erect clit she responded.
"Mmmm... oooooh yesses..." she moaned happily. “This is so lovely but if you finger me any more I will come and pee at the same time and that will put you right off.”