. the pants don't hide much!" Let me have a look." Grandma knelt in front of the boy and holding him by the hips looked at his loins. "Let me see whet...er I can adjust it so that it won't be that revealing."Grandma pulled the shorts lower a bit, then twisted it to the left and right. Then her right hand pretended to adjust the slit of his pants. In the process, her fingers made contact with his manhood. She didn't take away her hand. On the pretext of adjusting his pants, her fingers. It brought back the memory. My cock stiffened. I didn’t wash, i wanted my smell of used cock and cunt to waft in the air but only I would know most of my scent came from an alpha male that had screwed the shit out of my sweet wife. It was snowing a fair amount and that gave us a reason to have conversation without saying anything. I was grateful to see the parking lot almost full as Edna would be off chatting with her friends while I did the same.It was a good service, the minister and. Talia giggles and glances down at Steve’s raging hard-on. “Such the gentleman you are,” she snickers. Saying our last goodbyes, Talia and I start walking back up the beach toward the trailhead. Occasionally, we look at each other with warm, loving smiles and remark what a wonderful day it’s been. Remembering our initial reluctance to shed our clothes, we marvel at how quickly we embraced being nude in public. Reaching the trailhead, we know that this is where we should cover ourselves with some. “I’m supposed to brag to my friends that my ugly, balding little husband is a fucking cleaner?”“It’s good work!”“You’re just a labourer!”“Anyone who works is a labourer, when you actually think about it. There’s nothing wrong with working. Maybe you should try it sometime.”Her sneer matched that of the jerk. “My father would never see me having to work, and I have no intention of becoming a wage-slave.“You might have to after the divorce,” I suggested.“There isn’t going to be a divorce.” Her.