When was the last time you looked at a grandmother and wondered if she ever ate pussy? Never?!?! I'll bet you'll look at us old Grandmas a little differently from now on.

Lois
Edith and I have both been married. I'm divorced and Edith is a widow. We met at a luncheon geared toward senior singles, but we were both there looking for male companionship, not female. We began to talk and hit it off right away, but just as friends. We began meeting for lunch, shopping together, going to the beauty parlor together, things like that. One afternoon we had a few glasses of wine too many with lunch and, as we sat around my living room giggling like school girls, I admitted to Edith that when I was a young woman, I often wondered if I might be a lesbian. I was always attracted to women but I never had the guts to seek one out. Hell, I wouldn't even have known where to look!

Edith
When Lois mentioned her affinity for women I was dumbstruck. I told her I had always felt much the same way but tried desperately to hide it from my husband, family and friends, and most of all, I tried to hide it from myself. I used to sneak my husband's Playboy magazines out of the box in the back of his workbench when he wasn't home so that I could pleasure myself with the photos. We both sat quietly, tensely looking at each other for several moments. I don't recall who made the first move but suddenly we were in each other arms kissing and touching each other with a passion I had never known. Before long we were naked in bed together and fumbling through our first lesbian sex. Since that day we have perfected our technique to quite a degree and occasionally we will bring in male friends of ours for a threesome.

We aren't your typical grannies perhaps. Sure, we might be able to knit you a sweater or bake you cookies, but who needs that shit when you can get a nice hummer blowjob?