"What do you mean, Grandma, you masturbate too?" "Yes my sweetie, most everyone masturbates. Especially if there isn't any other way to satisfy the ur...es that we all get." "Would you like to masturbate for your Grandma, baby?" "You mean, right here in front of you?" whispered Dan in a low voice. "We could even do it together if that would make you feel more comfortable." I told him. "In fact, I think that we will take this into my bedroom where it is more comfortable and I can also show you. He said I sure was rambunctious today, and I said yep, whatever that means. He went to the closet and got this box out, and opened it, and took out this thing with straps, and a big black rubber cock on it about 12 inches long. I asked what we were going to do with that, and he said I was going to fuck him with it, and I jumped up and down and clapped my hands, and said heck yeah. He put some pillows on the floor so his knees wouldn’t get hurt, and strapped the thing on me. I went and looked in. And then from the roof we heard such a clatter,As each little reindeer now emptied his bladder.I was donning my jacket to cover my ass,When down the chimney Santa came with a crash.His suit was all smelly with perfume galore,He looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore.“That was some brothel” he said with a smile”The reindeer are pooped, and I’ll just stay here awhile.He walked to the kitchen; himself poured a drink,Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink.I started to laugh, my. Completely impractical, but so fucking sexy to wear. She was glad she didn't have far to walk.Moments after knocking on the door, Brad opened up with a wide grin. "Welcome."Abigail walked through, noting how clean the room is. Brad used to be a bit of a messy lad. He used to party hard and calmed down a little after college. At the moment, he was looking for work. The room even smelled faintly of jasmine. Probably an air freshener. She appreciated the effort Brad was putting into sorting.