He was so excited about meeting Hazel, the first old lady he had come across. And when she told him to call her granny all sorts of perverted ideas ra... through his brain.Hazel was expecting him that afternoon and had decided to make dressing up part of the fun for him and her. And to make him even more randy, she would play the granny role but a granny who had a downright filthy sex habit. To prepare him for the first, she had made sure that her bladder was nice and full and that her thick. "And I wish to hear all of it, but not until after you have eaten and bathed." Sensing my discomfort, she went out the door. "Change and drink your tea. I'll be waiting downstairs." With a final smile she left me.I was unaccustomed to dresses, but it was clean and looked comfortable. It hung somewhat loose on me —Storm and I are of the same height, but she is more filled out than I—and was lower cut in the front than I am comfortable with, but was warm and sturdy. The tea was nothing I had ever. He was still suspicious of her as she straddled him. Figuring it was best to keep her face hidden, for fear that the longer he looked at her, the more likely he was to remember her, she burried her face into his shoulder, gently kissing and biting him.He stayed tense. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him roll his eyes, looking slightly annoyed.She sat up, still crouched over him, balancing her weight on her hands. Her dark brown hair hung loosly down off of one shoulder. "Hey, relax, it's. I was always told never asked and I loved it.My phone buzzed, picking it up my heart raced as I saw it was from Miss Vanessa.“Hello, my pet.” It read.“Hello, Miss.”“Where are you?”“At work, Miss.”“Go to the restroom, text me when you are there.”My heartbeat picked up as I walked, normally I would just be told to send a pic and what to send. I entered the ladies room thankfully it was empty and entered a stall.“I am here, Miss,” I sent, my hands shaking a little.“Good girl. Now, are you my.