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Grace
Over 90 days ago
Lesbian Cis Female, 76
United States

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I mate for life. My first husband died of a heart attsck. #2, the shit, threatened to kill me. I figured that was close enough to justify divorce. I've been with Edward for twenty-odd years, most of which he has been disabled.

What would you do if your SO became disabled?
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Is that toe jam or petroleum jelly?

On toast?

Both.

Sweetened or unsweetened coconut for baking


I used to think you couldn't get any worse. I'm beginning to think you can't get any better.

No idea. I buy what he tells me to and he does wondrous thing with it.

Cheetos or Fritos?
This should be heard in the voice of Slim Pickens.

A cowboy walks into town, naked. The sheriff asks for an explanation.

***

Well, sheriff, I was riding along the trail a few miles back when I saw a naked lady leaning against a rock. She pointed a pair of 38s at me and told me to get off my horse. Well, my Mama taught me to be obedient to ladies, so I got off my horse.

"Take off your boots," she said, so I did. "Now take off your gunbelt."

Ever mindful of my Mama's lessons, no to mention those 38s staring straight at me, I unbuckled my gunbelt and dropped it beside my boots.

"Now, cowboy, take off your shirt and pants." They went with my boots and guns.

"The undershirt next. And finally, the longjohns." So there I was, buck naked, with my clothes in a pile beside me.

"All right, cowboy," she said, "go to town." So sheriff, not wanting to argue with a lady with a pair of 38s, here I am.
This should be heard in the voice of Slim Pickens.

A cowboy walks into town, naked. The sheriff asks for an explanation.

***

Well, sheriff, I was riding along the trail a few miles back when I saw a naked lady leaning against a rock. She pointed a pair of 38s at me and told me to get off my horse. Well, my Mama taught me to be obedient to ladies, so I got off my horse.

"Take off your boots," she said, so I did. "Now take off your gunbelt."

Ever mindful of my Mama's lessons, no to mention those 38s staring straight at me, I unbuckled my gunbelt and dropped it beside my boots.

"Now, cowboy, take off your shirt and pants." They went with my boots and guns.

"The undershirt next. And finally, the longjohns." So there I was, buck naked, with my clothes in a pile beside me.

"All right, cowboy," she said, "go to town." So sheriff, not wanting to argue with a lady with a pair of 38s, here I am.
Not keen on either, but white grape juice by a hair.

Jam or jelly?
I could rub from top to bottom and back again. Can you stay still long enough?
Two of my stories are based on cyber sessions. Is that what you mean?

Have you ever had children walk in during sex?
Only because I did not want to be where I was. Anywhere but there, please God.