"Please. Sit here." He patted the couch. "Next to me. I will not bite, I promise. Son, we need to talk." Carl did sit down but at the far end of ...he couch. He watched his charge warily. "What was that all about?" "Carl I am changing. Outside, inside, in every way. Even or especially in my feelings, ok? I wasn't kidding you know. Your hand on my leg...OH! Delicious! Shocking isn't it, hum? Me, your ancient professor getting turned on by your touch. Look boy, if your going to be. “No butt-plugs for you, two?” I said dryly.“No,” Amelia replied. “We have to keep all of our holes available.”Each girl’s “outfit” consisted of a single large bow on her back above her ass. It had two thin lengths of ribbon that wrapped around the waist and tied in the front. Jess’ was pink, Amelia’s purple.Each girl also had a matching choker “necklace” made of similar material.Amelia had one additional accessory. She took a small bottle opener from her bag; attached to it was a foot-long. It was secluded, as he had indicated earlier. He gave me a tour. We eventually ended up back in his large, and nicely decorated living room, with one entire wall made of glass, allowing you to see out into a nicely kept garden area of bushes and flowers and trees.We chatted a little longer before we got down to the real reason we were there together.He sat in what looked like an antique Queen Ann-style upholstered chair with what's called a 'wing-back.' He had me come up close to him, and as I. When I went to my village on some work or vacation, the first thing is my eyes used to look for her.After many years I visited the place. I was surprised that she had 2 kids and still maintaining the same figure. 34-30-36 which I got to know later when we had sex. Her round ass made me crazy when she walked wearing a nighty after dinner.One day when I got the sad news that my grandmother died I had to go and was there for a few days. During this time I got a chance to talk to her which made me.