She was still my wife from what I knew. I did not bother enough to file for divorce and I had not heard about a divorce from any of my friends. I was ...n touch with three or four really good friends from Delhi but never talked about Priya with them — she was off limits while talking and they respected my decision.For some strange reason I decided to hang around. She had already run me out of Delhi and I would be damned if she was able to run me out of this bar. I just sat at the bar alone and. " But everyone will be able to see the bra under my shirt." Yes they will, JUSTINE" she said with a smile.Before I knew it I was outside the front door and had to walk with herdown the block to her car. I didn't have my wallet or my keys and inthe girly clothes I felt extremely vulnerable. I was relieved that noone was on the street and quickly got into the car praying that none ofthe neighbors had seen me. I hoped she would take me to a mall faraway, but that was not Rosa's plan.She pulled. As I was rubbing it from upwards, she told me, Upper most things is called Clitoris and is called female penis. She took my index finger and touched it to her clitoris like a guitar string and moaned. I did not entirely like it as it was wet and slippery. She then told me to go inside her pussy and explained that little hole is the Pee-hole from which we ladies pass our urine.Then as I went further down she told this big hole is vagina and this is where your penis will have to go. It was so. " We got to the restaurant and over the next 3 hours we both relaxed, enjoying a couple of bottles of wine. Gran looked so lovely dressed in a lilac frock that swirled around her legs and also had a beautiful cleavage. I could sit and look down into the depths of her bosom which drew my eyes constantly. After seeing her naked on her bed a few weeks before, I had been thinking of her body and even while knowing she was my Gran, I wanted to help her with her desires, so that she didn't have to.