I can't sayI blame him. I'm glad he finally got up enough courage to speak to you.I'm Sandy." It's a pleasure to meet you, Sandy." Carla talked to me...first, Mom." That figures," Sandy replied. "Faint heart ne'er won fair lady,Andrew. Have you taken Carla out for a soda and a snack yet?" Would you like to?" I'd like that fine, Andrew. Why don't you join us, Sandy?" Not tonight," she replied. "I just want to get home, put my feet upand relax." She reached into her purse and slipped her son. ‘Goodness, Clayton. What is it?’ She furrows her brows at him. ‘I was going to wait for Christmas Day to give you this. I’m giving it to you now anyway. So just answer yes or no. I’ll understand either way.’ He tells her simply. She nods for him to go on. Clayton reaches into his pocket and fishes out the ring he’d secretly picked up as they were shopping for his mom. He holds out the box to her and tries to read her expression. He can’t. She’s good at hiding her feelings as to make her a. It helped her understand more why Danny loved sucking on hers so much.Once Danny was all the way in he started a slow rhythm in and out while grandmas moans became louder and seemingly more urgent. “Faster Danny, “She gasped, “faster.” Danny increased his speed and was now banging against her pelvic bone. Her pussy lips gripped his cock like a vice and was becoming harder and harder to hold off his orgasm. This was when his youth was most needed. He was thrusting like a steam engine now and it. My hand gently squeezed his thigh and so very slowly slid forward toward his groin. When my fingers found and lightly touched his hardened cock, we both moaned.He stood quickly, slipping off his shorts. His cock was not large, but suited his frame. It stood proud and hard, jutting before him. His balls were heavy and full, surrounded in thick curly brown hair. I threw off the bed covers, ripped off my own shorts, and raised my arms in welcome. He put his leg over my body, straddling me. His.