Thanks For The Memories

We got to talking the other night about long hair and wild mushrooms. As it turns out all these years later we are still friends and live in the same neighborhood. Back then in 1969, we were kids. My girlfriend was 16 and I was 18. We had run away and were living in a group house, make believe hippies. My girlfriend was assigned to help with the babies, I went out with the 'men' to work construction.

I got appendicitis. As I got worse and worse I was carried out and left on a bench across from the hospital. I was found by security, this bench is where the hippies, we were all called hippies, that needed hospital care. I was saved, barely. My girlfriend was told that without my work in construction she had to go out with the girls and work prostitution. She ran away and begged for a dime and called home for her parents to come get her. She told my parents where I was, or I was going to be released to the street a week later.

That was our hippie adventure. Today we are grandparents and have lived the square life. Except that for pretty much the last 45 years we've been members of a wife swapping club. At first the guys took possession, later on the women were allowed to choose. Sometimes, just to mix it up you picked a number out of the hat and found out who your partner was. For a while, we mixed it up further, the girls ran off together and that left the boys to watch porn movies on VCR.

So here we are, three couples after nearly half a century, everyone has fucked each others wife. The wives tell us they've eaten each others pussy. Now we are old and gray, our hair mostly missing, their tits hanging around their belly buttons, nothing firm and beautiful. But our memories, what great memories of when we got together to fuck each other. Now we get together for the senior special.