"Everything okay?" she smiled. I blushed a little, then met her gaze directly. "Yeah, I'm okay," I said. "It's just that the explosives I shoved up...my ass this morning hurt a little." She smiled, then put on an expression of mock severity. "Oh sir, you should never joke with the TSA! We have to investigate every possibility when terrorism might be involved. I'll need you to take your clothes off and lie down on that table."I did as she said, noticing her gasp as I dropped my boxers and. “I then changed the film for him to one with some Bi action in it, your dad was not the shy type and always went after what he wanted, ‘dad he said to me, could I please try sucking your cock as I would really like to try but there is no way I could ever ask one of my friends’. Well let’s see if I can get hard again first son but yes you can suck me anytime you want even if it is not now” Granma took over again with the story and grandpa came and sat next to me. “I had finished my. Teressa had me remove herboots, unzip her jumpsuit, and peel it off her. Once she was naked andI'd had an exciting look at her well-upholstered figure, she sat in alarge basket-chair and let me replace her boots on her feet. My smalldick tried to get erect but was tucked back into the compressing girdle.I moaned as contact with her footwear got me more and more excited. Thenshe made me caress and kiss and finally lick her boots. I was in fetishfantasyland with no hope of gaining release. . Instead of streak, I was thinking more of something exotic, like a fine Italian restorante. I know, you go to Jackson, Wyoming to eat steak, but Jackson has this fabulous place called Antonio’s that will bring your pallet close to heaven and I knew that I had to take my darling grand daughter there just once before we had to go.I took charge and ordered for each of us and when it arrived, well my gastric juices were delighted. We had a delicious meal of veal scaloppini with chutney sauce,.