On the other hand, it may seem strangebut the feeling of the weight of my breasts and the way they rub mystomach as they swing back and forth as I wal... along is very pleasurable.And did I mention how sensitive my nipples are? I can make myself comejust by playing with my breasts and gently massaging my nipples.Things came to a head last week when we were on vacation at the beach. Itwas one of the hottest days of the year and there I was with a heavysweatshirt covering up the upper half of my. ‘My lips are sealed.’ ‘But I’m so happy for you!’ I exclaimed, grabbing him and giving him a squeeze. ‘Thanks, Grandma,’ he said. I knew those two words represented a lot of unspoken ones about my support of him over the years. ‘No problem,’ I returned. * * * * * * * * * The following summer, he came to me with a problem. He was discouraged, he said, because all his relationships with men were turning out to be so short lived. None of them seemed to last very long. ‘Grandma, it’s like these. Her associate was also short and slightly overweight, accentuated by a pair of jeans that had once fitted perfectly, but now struggled to conceal her ‘curves’. They looked around every room in the house, and cast their expert eyes over what would be required to make my house fit for human habitation. After a brief discussion about cost and the time it would take, they booked me in for the following Tuesday. “Sam will be here at 9 o’clock with another lady,” said the lady with the moustache. Her. Charlotte had my earlobe between her lips and her arm around my torso.Suddenly, she pulled the ribbon and thrust her fingers inside... deep! Bridget and Katrina were grinning in an 'Oh, you thought this was over?' fashion.The loudest of the gasp escaped my lips. Sweat was flying off of my body. Charlotte pulled her fingers out and thrust them back in, this time more vigorously! My body felt a jolt and this time I was pulling on the ribbon with both my hands, holding on for dear life. My face.