I stood for a moment and said "Won't your mum and dad mind?" "They're out for the night" she said with out turning around. I followed her up the stair... and into her room. Her room was quite small for such a big house. She had a single bed against the far wall and a large mirrored wardrobe which she went to and continued doing her makeup as I took a seat at the foot of her bed. "God I'm sorry" she said "would you like a drink or something?". I took out my little hip flask and said no thanks.. "Same old same old" she said with a slight grin. I was out of my league, she is way better at this than I am. We sat down at the table and started our dinner. She looked across at me and commented about how turned on I was last night, trying to gage where I stood. "I wasn't the only one" was my reply. Her next question was the one I most anticipated and contemplated all day. "Were you serious about letting me sleep with another man?" It was at that moment, hearing those words from her lips that. "Actually, I'm quite experienced in thesematters. Your grandaughter isn't the first "little girl" with whom I'veworked. Some of theme weren't even female," she laughed.As we left the salon and walked to Sear's (she was serious about theportrait) I held Grandma's hand as instructed. I wanted at all costs toavoid the trip to the Ladies' room I had been promised if I was bad. As wewalked, our reflection in the store windows displayed my very convincingtransformation. My newly bobbed hair, huge. I guessed I was giving her that authority.[In a perfect world, this, the proud character I should have been with my big attributes, the lover of goddesses]I tried to quickly-nonchalantly wipe away the gizem and the only devices I owned for cover up were my hands. The gizem stuck to my fingers and wiping it on my stomach only managed to make a mess as more just kept coming out of my penis. My nervous hands were already busy in play so I dropped what I was doing and there it was, my erection.