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I’d been an almost an incidental player in all of this with Anita doing most of the work. Now, involuntarily, I leaned forward and kissed them.

“Oh, Mr. Murton, I’m glad you like them.” She wiggled her ass. “And, I’m so happy it’s causing you some excitement. I hope not too much.”

Yes indeed. I could feel my cock which had been dead for over decade, except for Miss Gordon’s blowjobs, was coming alive.

“Mr. Murton, your hands and mouth have my pussy leaking. Can I interest you in . . .”

“Pussy eating, Miss Hardiman, pussy eating, not cunnilingus.”

“Yes, pussy eating. She dismounted and pulled off that thong, and then for the first time in ninety years, I saw something I’d never seen.

Among some of the male members of the assisted living facility there were whispers particularly about the younger nursing and support staff. “Do you think she shaves her bush?”

Well now, I can say for certain Miss Anita Hardiman shaved her bush. I didn’t know anything about the waxing thing.

She stood in front of me completely naked. I stared. “Mr. Murton, can I help you to your knees?” She giggled.

I almost made it to my knees; that’s how anxious I was to become familiar with Miss Hardiman’s bare pussy. My first one, of course.

She helped me, and then sat on the couch, legs spread.

I just stared. “Here, I think you’ll like this view even better.” She opened her pussy lips.

Damn, I’d seen pussy before, but it had been a long time, and I swear none so beautiful. “Anita, you are a beautiful woman.”

“With a beautiful pussy? Mr. Murton, I hope you find it as tasty as you find it beautiful.”

I’d been invited when she first arrived. I’d been hesitant, but now I couldn’t resist.

Anita’s pussy was delicious. Of course, my comparisons were from decades ago.

I slid my tongue up and down that open slit. “Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm,” I sighed.

“Oh Mr. Murton, I’ve never felt anything like your tongue. Keep licking me.”

Even at my age I didn’t have to be asked twice.

By choice I stayed away from her clitoris. I was enjoying the taste of her slit and pussy hole. I came up for air, “Miss Hardiman, I have over sixty years of experience eating pussy. I’ve never tasted one as sweet and given my age I doubt I ever will.”

“Thank you, Mr. Murton. Lick it some more, please.”

It was less than ten minutes later that I started to get tired. That’s when I went to Anita’s clitoris. It was a good size button, and very, very sensitive.

Anita Hardiman told me that she wasn’t a virgin, but I had my doubts that she’d ever had an orgasm. In a few minutes, she was a crazy woman on my tongue. My tongue had never been fucked like Anita fucked it. “OOOOH, MR. MURTON. OH, MR. MURTON, OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH, KEEP DOING MY PUSSY LIKE THAT. OH, MR. MURTON.”

She lay there like a wet dish rag. I tried to get up. I couldn’t without help. Anita was in no condition to help. I had no choice but to enjoy the view of her open, glistening pussy. Glistening from her juices and my saliva. It might have been the best view in the world. I gave it one more lick up and down.

It took her a few more minutes to regain her composure and to realize I could use her assistance.

As she helped me up, “Mr. Murton, I’ve been with guys my age. None made me feel the way you made me feel. Thank you. I should let you get some rest. Do you need help getting into bed?”

Anita walked me to my bed and made sure I was comfortable. She was still naked.

She knew how much I liked looking at her tits. She put her thong and skirt on first. She even put her shoes on before putting on her bra and blouse. I suspect that she knew those tits were perfect. I mean, some guy, more than one, I’m sure, must have told her they were perfect.

Anita kissed me on the cheek, “good night, Mr. Murton. If you’d like I’ll come back next week and we can talk about what it’s like to be ninety.”

That’s not what she wanted, but you knew that.

That’s how it went every week after that.

Anita showed me her tits and let me play with them. I liked it when she straddled me and they were right in my face. “Mr. Murton, about last week?”

“You mean the pussy eating? That was grand, I was hoping that’s why you came back.”

“You liked it that much?”

“Loved it. Miss Hardiman, you have the best tasting pussy.”

She blushed. “I hope it wasn’t too much for your heart.”

I laughed. “If it is, no man could ask for a better way to go out. Are you going to let me eat your pussy this week?”

Even for a girl her age, I thought she moved fast. I watched her take off her skirt and thong. Damn, she was beautiful. My heart was pounding. “Mr. Murton, are you sure you can handle this?”

I was positive. Like last week, she helped me to my knees. Like last week, I just stared as she spread her pussy lips. Like last week, I felt a little movement in my pants. Like last week, my tongue slid up and down her sweet, sweet slit.

“Mr. Murton, I know you remember where I liked your tongue.”

I massaged her clitoris very gently. It was very sensitive, and when she came it was like an explosion. She was loud. I thought one or more of the aides might come running. They had keys to all the rooms just in case.

At my age, I wouldn’t be embarrassed to be caught like this, but I was certain she would be.

When she came down to earth, “let me help you up, and while I rest you can have these. I know how much you like them. Anita straddled me with those magnificent tits in my face.

I had fun with them. “Mr. Murton is there anything I can do for you?”

I was thinking of those blowjobs Sandy Gordon gave me, but I wanted something more. No, I didn’t want to get fucked. That would be too strenuous or so I thought.

“Miss Hardiman, if you could arrange it, I’d like to get out of here for a few days. I have some money, maybe you could check me into a nice hotel where no one will bother me. The aides here are always making sure we’re alright, even when we’re alright. Sometimes they wake me up in the middle of the night to give me some kind of pill to help me sleep. Ridiculous.”

“Let me see what I can do. Plan on next Tuesday.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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