That was the bad part.Megan loved to come over to my house when her friends were busy. After all, I had tools. And I had a garage full of ... well ......stuff. My Dad had been a packrat, and there were all kinds of things in the garage (and attic and basement) that I had no idea what were for. Megan would come over and ask permission to go on a treasure hunt, which I usually let her do. It got to the point where she rarely knocked any more. She just barged in like she lived there.Which was how I. "Please..." hewhispered, shocked at how soft and feminine his voice sounded. "Help..."Brian let out another groan as he felt a sharp pain in his groin. "Notthat..." he thought desperately as his manicured fingers found their wayunder his new pink mini skirt."She's playing with herself! Disgusting!" a haughty woman sneered, as themen around her cheered.Brian felt tears running down his cheeks as his delicate hands foundnothing but a foreign slit under the soft fabric of his panties."Miss? Are. I removed my arm from under her head and placed her arm under my head and thus switching our position. My head was lying on her soldier facing the boobs, and one arm on her stomach. I was swaying my hands over her smooth stomach and she was holding me tightly and closely. I then slowly moved a bit up inside her top while rubbing. After some time I was rubbing her complete stomach till just below her bra. I then gathered the courage to touch her boobs a little bit. So I just pushed my arm under. She asked what I looked like. I told her I was 6'3" tall, 185 lbs., shoulder length brown hair with Hazel eyes. I told her I had a mustache and that people had told me I looked like Sam Elliott. She cooed and said she was getting wet and asked me to please hurry.I had no idea what she looked like. Fat and ugly or thin and beautiful. But by now it didn't matter to me. The thought of fucking this grandmother was driving me wild! I couldn't wait to get there.I got out of the car and walked through.