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Almost 80 years old, skinny and petite, nice, witty and cultured, with blue eyes and thick gray hair, cut to the brush, Lia loves good company, good drinking and good food, which she knows well having run her parents' famous trattoria in the city for a lifetime.
Always dressed as a man, in her youth she was a feminist, and from maturity she is a lesbian, convinced and declared.
She has an ex-husband, two beautiful daughters, three teenage grandchildren and a magnificent wolf dog, inherited from a companion who unfortunately is no longer with her, who takes her daily long walks in the surrounding area, of which she knows very well stories, paths and characters.
She lives alone, a bit outside the village, in a house full of memories, paintings, books and records, with a large garden of beautiful and rare trees and 100 olive trees.
An excellent farmer, she personally looks after a fairly large vegetable garden and olive grove, and she also does well as a mechanic and carpenter.
She has read a lot, loved and travelled a lot, and especially for the villagers, who respect her, she is a character absolutely out of the ordinary.
She met Isa and Ludovico by chance, one day when they too were walking the dog, and a beautiful friendship was immediately born, based on a true and mutual affinity, human and cultural, and grew up in winter evenings having dinner and then chatting in front of the fire, or walking.
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She has pruned the olive trees, alone and with great effort, and has yet to pick the branches. Isa offers to help her, and she gladly accepts:
"Come, I'm glad! We'll be quick in two, and if there's a little time left, maybe you can help me in the garden, which there's a lot to do there too".
So Isa reaches her the next morning, on a beautiful spring day, sunny and already warm. Sweatshirt, tank top, hiking shorts and comfortable country shoes, she looks less than 60 years old.
He arrives and sees her from afar, among the olive trees, while in a mechanic suit and pitchfork he fills the trailer with a small tractor. They look at each other, greet each other, and Lia points to a canopy and shouts:
"Good morning!!!! Come down here... but first come and get a pair of gloves and a fork yourself!"
Descending into the olive grove Isa immediately begins to work with good hyena, imitating the gestures of her friend and being guided and advised when needed. They fill the trailer with branches and then climb up between the plants to the point where they pile them up, making numerous trips back and forth: Lia at the wheel and Isa sitting in the trailer, on the branches.
At midday Lia decides that they have worked hard enough for that day: so after loading and unloading the branches for the last time, she unhooks the trailer and, with the help of her friend, takes it to the shelter by hand, and finally places the tractor under the canopy.
Isa is warm, and there is a pleasant cool shade there.
Lia, taking off her gloves, looks at her in front of her, and looks her in the back of her eyes.
"Listen, girl," he says, "I think it's going to happen this time."
"What?"
"This one."
He takes her gnarled and rough cheeks between her gnarled and rough hands and kisses her in the mouth, gently but with determination, and as soon as he feels that the surprise is leaving room for repulsion in her friend he puts one hand between her legs, on her pubis, and the other on a breast, and without stopping looking for her tongue with his own.
Isa has always been straight, and is convinced that she is, and has never been completely at ease on the various occasions when, especially when she has been a swingers, she has received and sometimes even reciprocated the attentions of other women. But she loves her friend, and although she is surprised to see her act in that way, almost like a male, precisely because she loves her she cannot rebel.
"What are you doing, Lia... please... stop it... Lia..."
In the meantime, however, the determination and the wise caress of her friend induce her to let herself go a little at a time, and to respond to the kiss, albeit with some reluctance. Lia then lowers the straps of her vest and uncovers her breasts.
"What a beautiful... what beautiful seises!"
Then she bends down to kiss them, and suck their nipples one at a time, always holding one hand between her friend's legs and squeezing the free nipple with the other.
Now Isa is almost subjugated, and shyly tries to hug her.
The friend's mouth on hers again, this time to keep her from talking.
Isa is struggling... her friend's kisses and caresses have started to excite her, and she is very surprised because she realizes she has some kind of attraction: for a woman! And also old, and certainly not beautiful.
She tries to unbutton her suit, on her chest, but is immediately stopped:
"Be quiet, girl, there's nothing to see. Here instead... you're beautiful! Come here."
Without dressing her, he takes her by the hand and takes her to the house. She tries to cover herself by lifting the straps.
"If you want to cover up, but no one can see you here... and with the sisis in the wind you're a sight!"
Isa's exhibitionist side lights up... and walking bare breasts in that beautiful place she likes, but she dresses up.
All the way Lia holds her friend by the hand, and makes with her finger and mouth the sign of silence every time she tries to say something.
"Listen to me, girl, at certain times the less you talk the better. We'll talk later."
"Later?"
"Later."
They're coming in. This time it's Isa who feels the desire to kiss, and she approaches her friend, who happily embraces her, and lets herself be kissed.
Kissing her, she pulls her vest and bra out, then takes her hand again and takes the stairs to her room.
"I had to have you, Isa. I couldn't stand it any longer. Even if it meant gambling away our friendship, because it was worth it. And also because... you, girl... I already had you. You just didn't know it."
Sitting on the bed, on one side, on the other side, Isa's nipples are erect and very hard, and she feels deliciously moist, as she hasn't done for a long time. Lia, standing in front of her, looks at her with love.
"Now I won't hurt you, nor eat you. Just let me do it, and... just be yourself."
Isa puts her back on the bed, with her feet still on the floor, while Lia kneels down in front of her and starts stroking her bare legs, kissing them, and unbuttoning her shorts. Then he pulls them off, carrying them to her ankles, and begins to caress her pubis, gently, through the thin microfiber of the panties, sometimes even with the tip of her nose and lips, and without stopping squeezing her nipples, lovingly.
A thin vertical speck begins to ooze from Isa's bottom.
Then without hesitating Lia moves the fabric with her fingers and slips her tongue into her friend's pussy to taste it. It's delicious, fragrant and moist, well shaved, with thin lips and a small clitoris that is a bit hidden, but hard and perceptible.
Isa moaning with pleasure arches pressing her pubis on Lia's mouth while she pulls out her panties, and lets herself be licked and enjoyed almost to the point of enjoyment. However, she feels an unstoppable desire to explore her friend, more urgent than her own orgasm, and to lure her to the bed she rolls to one side. The shorts prevent her from moving as she would like... while Lia lies down next to her, she manages to take off part of it without taking off her boot, and as soon as she is free she throws herself greedily to suck her moods from her friend's mouth.
Now Lia is more languid, and lets herself undress. Two small floppy breasts and a belly with wrinkled, saggy skin come out of the suit, on which, after a first bewilderment, the friend throws herself ravenously, determined to share nudity and pleasure.
Then she is put on her piggyback, with her pussy on her lips, and while she with renewed energy starts licking it again, she tries to take off the suit, or at least lower it down to her shoes. From high white cotton panties come out two nervous and thin legs, with falling skin, that open and widen while Isa sinks her face where they split, on her pubis. She smells like laundry and a female... she slips one hand under the elastic band of her underwear, and pushes it down, and immediately finds a hairy and prominent pussy, incredibly wet and with two very big, long and swollen lips, so different from hers... and an erect clitoris like a small male penis, which irresistibly attracts her hands first... and then her tongue.
The panties go down to the old lady's knees, and then down to her ankles, and in an instant Isa realizes that Lia's pussy is fantastic, and that she really likes to run her fingers through her long, thick hair and dip them in that mistletous, perfumed mood, and spread them on that incredible clitoris, and feel her friend vibrate.
He opens her pussy with his tongue and starts to taste it, using his mouth to suck her long lips and his tongue to play with it and to pull her clitoris, and enjoying the moans and contractions of his friend, who in the meantime has never stopped licking her passionately.
He feels unstoppable the desire to kiss her, so he turns around and climbs on top of her, trying to rub her pussy on the big clit of the old lady, and almost enjoys it when he feels it just inside him, erect and warm, and perfectly suitable to pull her, for size and texture.
They kiss each other, exchanging their tastes, while they turn around, and then Lia climbs on Isa, who spontaneously spreads her legs and lets her friend start fucking her like a man, with her big clit and the pressure of her pelvis, rhythmically, with a strength and a sweetness that are completely unknown to her, and yet they seem perfect, right, delicious... and more and more exciting.
She's in her friend's arms, and she kisses her passionately. She doesn't know who's fucking who anymore, and she likes it very much.
She moves her kisser to follow her friend's strokes and to caress her clit with her pussy.
And he searches with his hands for her head, her withered breasts, her bony back and her buttocks, thin and muscular, and he enjoys her caresses and the passion with which they are fucking each other.
So shortly afterwards Lia begins to enjoy, slowly but irresistibly, pointing her clitoris into Isa's pussy and jerking for the contractions of orgasm, and she immediately follows her, squeezing her legs on her hips and hugging her wildly, and looking for her mouth to cry out her pleasure.
Exhausted, they lie down side by side with each other, with their hearts gone mad and shortness of breath... and the next moment they hug and kiss again, happy and aware, and infinitely satisfied.
It's already "later", but they'll talk again: because it's getting late, and now they know they have a lot to say to each other.
Always dressed as a man, in her youth she was a feminist, and from maturity she is a lesbian, convinced and declared.
She has an ex-husband, two beautiful daughters, three teenage grandchildren and a magnificent wolf dog, inherited from a companion who unfortunately is no longer with her, who takes her daily long walks in the surrounding area, of which she knows very well stories, paths and characters.
She lives alone, a bit outside the village, in a house full of memories, paintings, books and records, with a large garden of beautiful and rare trees and 100 olive trees.
An excellent farmer, she personally looks after a fairly large vegetable garden and olive grove, and she also does well as a mechanic and carpenter.
She has read a lot, loved and travelled a lot, and especially for the villagers, who respect her, she is a character absolutely out of the ordinary.
She met Isa and Ludovico by chance, one day when they too were walking the dog, and a beautiful friendship was immediately born, based on a true and mutual affinity, human and cultural, and grew up in winter evenings having dinner and then chatting in front of the fire, or walking.
……………………………………………
She has pruned the olive trees, alone and with great effort, and has yet to pick the branches. Isa offers to help her, and she gladly accepts:
"Come, I'm glad! We'll be quick in two, and if there's a little time left, maybe you can help me in the garden, which there's a lot to do there too".
So Isa reaches her the next morning, on a beautiful spring day, sunny and already warm. Sweatshirt, tank top, hiking shorts and comfortable country shoes, she looks less than 60 years old.
He arrives and sees her from afar, among the olive trees, while in a mechanic suit and pitchfork he fills the trailer with a small tractor. They look at each other, greet each other, and Lia points to a canopy and shouts:
"Good morning!!!! Come down here... but first come and get a pair of gloves and a fork yourself!"
Descending into the olive grove Isa immediately begins to work with good hyena, imitating the gestures of her friend and being guided and advised when needed. They fill the trailer with branches and then climb up between the plants to the point where they pile them up, making numerous trips back and forth: Lia at the wheel and Isa sitting in the trailer, on the branches.
At midday Lia decides that they have worked hard enough for that day: so after loading and unloading the branches for the last time, she unhooks the trailer and, with the help of her friend, takes it to the shelter by hand, and finally places the tractor under the canopy.
Isa is warm, and there is a pleasant cool shade there.
Lia, taking off her gloves, looks at her in front of her, and looks her in the back of her eyes.
"Listen, girl," he says, "I think it's going to happen this time."
"What?"
"This one."
He takes her gnarled and rough cheeks between her gnarled and rough hands and kisses her in the mouth, gently but with determination, and as soon as he feels that the surprise is leaving room for repulsion in her friend he puts one hand between her legs, on her pubis, and the other on a breast, and without stopping looking for her tongue with his own.
Isa has always been straight, and is convinced that she is, and has never been completely at ease on the various occasions when, especially when she has been a swingers, she has received and sometimes even reciprocated the attentions of other women. But she loves her friend, and although she is surprised to see her act in that way, almost like a male, precisely because she loves her she cannot rebel.
"What are you doing, Lia... please... stop it... Lia..."
In the meantime, however, the determination and the wise caress of her friend induce her to let herself go a little at a time, and to respond to the kiss, albeit with some reluctance. Lia then lowers the straps of her vest and uncovers her breasts.
"What a beautiful... what beautiful seises!"
Then she bends down to kiss them, and suck their nipples one at a time, always holding one hand between her friend's legs and squeezing the free nipple with the other.
Now Isa is almost subjugated, and shyly tries to hug her.
The friend's mouth on hers again, this time to keep her from talking.
Isa is struggling... her friend's kisses and caresses have started to excite her, and she is very surprised because she realizes she has some kind of attraction: for a woman! And also old, and certainly not beautiful.
She tries to unbutton her suit, on her chest, but is immediately stopped:
"Be quiet, girl, there's nothing to see. Here instead... you're beautiful! Come here."
Without dressing her, he takes her by the hand and takes her to the house. She tries to cover herself by lifting the straps.
"If you want to cover up, but no one can see you here... and with the sisis in the wind you're a sight!"
Isa's exhibitionist side lights up... and walking bare breasts in that beautiful place she likes, but she dresses up.
All the way Lia holds her friend by the hand, and makes with her finger and mouth the sign of silence every time she tries to say something.
"Listen to me, girl, at certain times the less you talk the better. We'll talk later."
"Later?"
"Later."
They're coming in. This time it's Isa who feels the desire to kiss, and she approaches her friend, who happily embraces her, and lets herself be kissed.
Kissing her, she pulls her vest and bra out, then takes her hand again and takes the stairs to her room.
"I had to have you, Isa. I couldn't stand it any longer. Even if it meant gambling away our friendship, because it was worth it. And also because... you, girl... I already had you. You just didn't know it."
Sitting on the bed, on one side, on the other side, Isa's nipples are erect and very hard, and she feels deliciously moist, as she hasn't done for a long time. Lia, standing in front of her, looks at her with love.
"Now I won't hurt you, nor eat you. Just let me do it, and... just be yourself."
Isa puts her back on the bed, with her feet still on the floor, while Lia kneels down in front of her and starts stroking her bare legs, kissing them, and unbuttoning her shorts. Then he pulls them off, carrying them to her ankles, and begins to caress her pubis, gently, through the thin microfiber of the panties, sometimes even with the tip of her nose and lips, and without stopping squeezing her nipples, lovingly.
A thin vertical speck begins to ooze from Isa's bottom.
Then without hesitating Lia moves the fabric with her fingers and slips her tongue into her friend's pussy to taste it. It's delicious, fragrant and moist, well shaved, with thin lips and a small clitoris that is a bit hidden, but hard and perceptible.
Isa moaning with pleasure arches pressing her pubis on Lia's mouth while she pulls out her panties, and lets herself be licked and enjoyed almost to the point of enjoyment. However, she feels an unstoppable desire to explore her friend, more urgent than her own orgasm, and to lure her to the bed she rolls to one side. The shorts prevent her from moving as she would like... while Lia lies down next to her, she manages to take off part of it without taking off her boot, and as soon as she is free she throws herself greedily to suck her moods from her friend's mouth.
Now Lia is more languid, and lets herself undress. Two small floppy breasts and a belly with wrinkled, saggy skin come out of the suit, on which, after a first bewilderment, the friend throws herself ravenously, determined to share nudity and pleasure.
Then she is put on her piggyback, with her pussy on her lips, and while she with renewed energy starts licking it again, she tries to take off the suit, or at least lower it down to her shoes. From high white cotton panties come out two nervous and thin legs, with falling skin, that open and widen while Isa sinks her face where they split, on her pubis. She smells like laundry and a female... she slips one hand under the elastic band of her underwear, and pushes it down, and immediately finds a hairy and prominent pussy, incredibly wet and with two very big, long and swollen lips, so different from hers... and an erect clitoris like a small male penis, which irresistibly attracts her hands first... and then her tongue.
The panties go down to the old lady's knees, and then down to her ankles, and in an instant Isa realizes that Lia's pussy is fantastic, and that she really likes to run her fingers through her long, thick hair and dip them in that mistletous, perfumed mood, and spread them on that incredible clitoris, and feel her friend vibrate.
He opens her pussy with his tongue and starts to taste it, using his mouth to suck her long lips and his tongue to play with it and to pull her clitoris, and enjoying the moans and contractions of his friend, who in the meantime has never stopped licking her passionately.
He feels unstoppable the desire to kiss her, so he turns around and climbs on top of her, trying to rub her pussy on the big clit of the old lady, and almost enjoys it when he feels it just inside him, erect and warm, and perfectly suitable to pull her, for size and texture.
They kiss each other, exchanging their tastes, while they turn around, and then Lia climbs on Isa, who spontaneously spreads her legs and lets her friend start fucking her like a man, with her big clit and the pressure of her pelvis, rhythmically, with a strength and a sweetness that are completely unknown to her, and yet they seem perfect, right, delicious... and more and more exciting.
She's in her friend's arms, and she kisses her passionately. She doesn't know who's fucking who anymore, and she likes it very much.
She moves her kisser to follow her friend's strokes and to caress her clit with her pussy.
And he searches with his hands for her head, her withered breasts, her bony back and her buttocks, thin and muscular, and he enjoys her caresses and the passion with which they are fucking each other.
So shortly afterwards Lia begins to enjoy, slowly but irresistibly, pointing her clitoris into Isa's pussy and jerking for the contractions of orgasm, and she immediately follows her, squeezing her legs on her hips and hugging her wildly, and looking for her mouth to cry out her pleasure.
Exhausted, they lie down side by side with each other, with their hearts gone mad and shortness of breath... and the next moment they hug and kiss again, happy and aware, and infinitely satisfied.
It's already "later", but they'll talk again: because it's getting late, and now they know they have a lot to say to each other.
