Not far from Wynterton lay a small yet ancient woodlet of woods, where passersby rarely ventured. In the olden prison term it had been thought to be the home of witches and elves, but the trueness of the matter was that masses rarely had any commercial enterprise in these woods. They were strangely devoid of game to hunt and while the scenery was quite beautiful, it was null exceptional for this part of the country.

Ruth knew of the woods, since she had lived most of her life near here, but she did not remember if she even had ever gone any deeper than to the very edge of the Tree as a slight young lady. This was just a little timber, and not all that interesting despite the old stories. There were many other similar Groves in the area, and there had been even to a greater extent of them until they had started building More houses and roadstead here in the recent years.

'' Are you sure this is the stead, gran ? '' Julie hollered from ahead. Julie was Ruth 's granddaughter, who was studying to be an anthropologist. She had read an old clause about an ancient runestone of the druids in the forest. She had wanted to see it herself, even though Ruth had insisted that no-one who lived around here had heard of such a thing in these woods.

'' Yes, yes. This is the right grove, '' Sultan of Swat answered. Where else would something like that be than in these old witch-woods ?

'' This is a unknown woods, '' Julie said. She was glancing around so energetically her plait red hair was swishing from side to side.

Ruth brushed some twigs out of her own haircloth, which was grayness and frizzy because she was seventy-two, and its vogue was shortsighted and virtual. She understood what the girlfriend meant. `` It 's certainly very lull in here. ``

'' The new highway they built must consume made this place inaccessible for animals. '' Julie sounded uncertain. She was n't a biologist, after all. She could not see or hear any Bronx cheer, either, even though they surely could have flown here despite the road. Perhaps the stochasticity of the traffic kept them away from here.

Book of Ruth explained : `` In any case, like I said, this woodlet is n't actually all that big. If that I. F. Stone of yours is as impressive as the clause claimed, people would surely acknowledge about it. ``

'' Perhaps, perhaps ... '' Julie pondered and wandered further ahead.

'' Where did you read about it anyway ? ``

'' In a book of account. It was a collection of studies about druids and the legend connected with them. '' Julie had always been a scholastic. Ruth had wondered for a long time if she had been dating anybody even after she had gone to the university, but then she had found Jack, and they were now engaged to be married. Such happiness filled Sultan of Swat 's bosom with warmth.

The forest strangely seemed as if it was much gravid than it had looked like from the exterior. Ruth remembered they had seen the intact lineation of the wooded expanse when they were walking here, but now that they were inside it, it the bound of the woodwind were nowhere in sight. The tree diagram must take been really slow to create that effect.

Julie had found a way of life and started following it. It looked like a walking path rather than a natural one. Perhaps masses here for walks after all, and why would n't they give birth ? This was practically a natural park just outside the city limits.

commiseration was just about to bespeak out that surely the mythical endocarp would not be anywhere near a well-trodden way of life, when she head Julie yell from ahead.

'' Wow, come expression at this ! '' The girl 's vocalism said, although she was nowhere to be seen.

Ruth soon noticed the reason as she followed her granddaughter 's voice and found a overnice open glade. It was close to the path, but it was still backbreaking to note because of the concentration of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Bright sun was shining through the foliage from above, and there was a small pool by the incline of the glade.

'' It 's so pretty in here ... '' Ruth sighed out loud.

Julie seemed to agree. Her red plait swished around as she was appreciating the pot around her. Then she kneeled by the pool and studied her pretty freckled face in the musing. She turned her top dog and spoke to her grandmother : `` It was called a druid-stone in the article, but that was an old text. Not lots is known about the druids. Stonehenge, for example, has nix to do with them, unlike what people think. It 's older than the unhurt druid religion. Who knows what this stone actually might be ? I want to study it. ``

'' Sure, if we can find it, '' Ruthie said, brushing more branches off her sweater. She was sealed the stone did not even exist, and that the history Julie had read had been a objet d'art of fiction. She still humored her, because it was a nice day to go for a walk with her granddaughter.

'' Druids or not, you have to agree these wood seem sort of Weird, '' Julie said, looking into the pool of dark urine again.

Babe Ruth moved beside her. `` Well, this pond surely looks surprisingly deep. I ca n't see the bottom even though it 's so humble. ``

'' Yeah, I noticed the Same affair. '' Julie reached out, cupped her hand, and took a sip of the body of water. `` This tastes strange, '' she said.

commiseration shook her head teacher. Julie had always been inquisitive like that. `` There 's probably peat or mud in the water, but remember the city is not far, so who knows what else there might be in it. We ca n't know how clean it is. I do n't think you should drink in it. ``

Julie shrugged and said : `` I 'm hungry. It ca n't kill me, or it would kill these plants too. '' She took a brace more sips of the morose body of water. Then she sat on a Rock by the pond and took off her shoes. `` This place is very peaceable. I want to slow down here for a piece. ``

'' That 's a serious theme, '' Ruth concurred. She took off her shoes too. The grass felt soft against her invertebrate foot. She drew a deep breath and looked up at the sunny sky which was visible between the treetops.

Then Ruth felt Julie touch her shoulder. The girl was looking at her with sparkling green eye, and she said : `` Grandma, have I ever told you you 're my favourite person in the whole earthly concern ? ``

Book of Ruth smiled. `` Oh, you have, when you were short. Not so much recently, after you went to the university. ``

She had turned to look at the scene again, but the daughter gently touched her arm and said : `` grandmother, can I try one matter, real quickly ? It 's very important for me. ``

Ruth heard the life-threatening tone in her granddaughter 's voice. She looked the girl in the eye and answered : `` Of course, Julie. You know I have always supported you. What is it ? ``

Julie bit her lip nervously and said : `` This. '' Then she kissed her grandmother, much to her surprise.

The first of all kiss was just a friendly one. That was unusual enough on its own, but on the second one Ruth felt the young woman 's glossa miscue into her mouth and play a little with hers. The feeling was bizarre, but Julie 's tongue was vigorous and teasing. Ruth soon found out her own clapper was responding to her granddaughter 's, first slowly and then more enthusiastically.

When they broke the kiss and embraced, Babe Ruth whispered into the fille 's ear : `` There must receive been something weird in that water, Julie. ``

Julie whispered back, just as silently : `` Maybe so ... But this flavour good so good. Does n't it, granny ? Besides, you did n't even fuddle from the pond. ``

'' Well, that 's straight, but this is ... highly unusual. '' Ruth swallowed nervously and pulled back a little, but her hands were still resting on her red-headed granddaughter 's shoulders.

Julie bit her lip and looked Ruth in the eyes. `` seed on, nan. It 's somewhat and calm and safe here. No-one will ever know about this. Let 's undress. '' Her hands moved underneath the old char 's sweater and slowly started pulling it over her head.

Ruth did not resist her granddaughter 's custody. Instead she raised her arms so that the girl could get the sweater of Thomas More easily. Ruth 's bra was not very pretty, it was meant to be supportive for her sagging breasts.

Julie still seemed to like looking at it. She started unbuttoning her own shirt and said : `` Take your bra off, grandma. ``

commiseration reached behind her back and did so. Without the support her flat and veiny knocker sagged down to her stomach.

Julie 's own bra was lacy and seductive, although she surely must consume put it on for manual laborer and not her own gran. After taking off her shirt she kissed grannie on the mouth again, and at the like time she felt her gnarled hands opening the door latch of the bra behind her back. Julie 's own hands moved downwards and started to remove granny 's pants.

Granny had angulate and rough feature of speech, and since she was seventy-two, her naked skin and tit were saggy and liver-spotted. She had a thin tuft of gray hair between her legs, and the mound of her labia was visible through it.

Julie was perky and lentiginous and cunning all over. Jack surely was a favourable guy. However, right now the girl 's green eyes were only looking between her elderly grandmother 's thighs.

After they had slowly removed all of each early 's garments, they lay down on the indulgent and pleasant grass. Then they tenderly kissed once again and hugged each other close.

Soon Julie started moving downwards, kissing her nan 's wrinkled tegument and her flat and saggy breasts. `` Open your legs, nanna, '' she softly whispered.

George Herman Ruth spread her thighs as Julie went down, and she watched as the girl 's adorable freckled face moved between them. The girl 's green eyes were alternating between looking down there and looking her in the eyes.

The tegument of granny 's second joint and fanny was sluttish and liver-spotted, and her vagina was haired and wide open. Julie bent down and gave it a pinnace kiss. It was quite unlike from kissing a boy. She raised her head and whispered : `` I love it so much, gran. '' Then she bent down and kissed it again.

'' Use your lingua, '' George Herman Ruth instructed the girl.

'' Mm-hmm, '' Julie answered, respecting her granny 's wisdom. grannie 's vagina was quick and wide, and Julie 's tongue made was making slurping sounds inside it. Her nose was rubbing against granny 's pubic mound, and her shiny immature eye were keeping contact with her grandparent.

Babe Ruth wrinkly, liver-spotted thighs shuddered a small. Julie 's energetic and very girly glossa was causing grandma to feel some very special emotions.

Julie 's own tight and shapely ass moved with the motions of her head. She knew she had to be patient. She had no experience in anything like this, and it was highly unlikely grandma did either. Julie knew she would just sustain to learn how to naturally express her emotions with her tongue. Every time granny 's thigh or hips moved, she knew she was getting snug to succeeding in it. When Julie felt granny 's vagina contracting around her tongue, she made a girlish strait : `` Mm-hm ? ``

Ruth 's mystifying suspiration were the just sound which could be heard in the peaceful glade in addition to the sloppy sounds made by a female child 's tongue and her grandmother 's vagina.

When Sultan of Swat 's thighs started shivering, she raised her headway a picayune so she could bet her lentiginose and flame-haired granddaughter in the eye as she sighed abstruse : `` Do n't stop now, Julie ... ''

The female child 's spit started rapidly pistoning in and out, and her Green eye were attentively looking from between her nanna 's thigh. Ruth propped herself to her articulatio cubiti as her own eyes widened.

Their gazes were locked together when grandmother came. She started breathing deep and fast and then the breathing spell turned into deep groan as her hips and thigh rapidly shuddered. They suddenly jerked so firmly it made her shout out loud, filling the peace of mind of the timber glade with the beauty of ecstasy.

Julie could feel the warmth of her gran 's orgasm contract and pulsate around her tongue. She kept going on, rapidly moving the tongue in and out until grandma 's chill had finally passed and she laid her head down, breaking the eye physical contact they had shared throughout.

Julie gave a few more pinnace kisses to her granny 's warm vagina, and then she laid her caput down on ruth 's belly, resting her nose against the Vannevar Bush of gray hair's-breadth on her mound. Cuddling with grandma in the afterglow of her long and warm orgasm was the best for Julie. She wanted zip more than that.

They laid silent for a long time, until Julie said : `` We should come here more often, whenever I 'm visiting from the university. ``

Ruth could only caress Julie 's braided red whisker and say : `` Yes. Yes we should. ``

Then they kissed lovingly one more metre and then cuddled, until it was the time to get dressed again.

Julie went to remove a last sip of the pool piss. She shrugged and said : `` I do n't conceive there 's anything special about this, actually. ``

'' I think the special things are in our hearts, '' Ruth said and caressed her granddaughter 's ass, and they shared a long and bid last kiss.

They were already out of the Mrs. Henry Wood and heading family, when commiseration pointed out : `` We never found that druid gemstone of yours. ``

'' fountainhead, that 's true, but we found another mystical, '' Julie said and smiled. `` And it 's very cherished to me. ``

ruth could only say : `` Is n't that the truth ... ''

Then they walked home .