(Imagine the whole situation folks, how funny it would be). I went next to her and bent down to see how pee is coming out. She was surprised first and...laughed while peeing which made me laugh as well. I kept looking and touched my penis in confusion. She’s done peeing and flushed some water.Grandma: Why are you looking like that?Me: Grandma, you don’t have a penis like me. I guess since you don’t get babies you also don’t have a penis and it’s gone.Grandma laughed again loudly and I guess. "Not unless I have to," I thought back to him. "Too many witnesses." I felt his silent agreement."Did you really follow me home last night, and then follow us again this morning?" I asked."Oh yeah," he practically giggled this time he was feeling so giddy. "You were not going to get away with what you did." I beat you at a game of pool, that's all," I looked at the two guys behind him. "You two, you have to be smarter than this. We're not in high school. If you guys beat me up, I will report. The more explicit she became, the more uneasy he seemed to become. Torturing him was too much fun! “It looked so good, seeing that white-hot sticky cum spurt out all over your belly.”“But how?” Aiden asked.“You’re very predictable,” Susan said. “Same routine every night at the same time. In bed by 11:00, jacking off for fifteen or twenty minutes. Then you clean up and lights out by 11:30. Every night.”“You saw…” Aiden said, drifting off as it sank in.“I did,” Susan confirmed and shifted closer. And you always go into a different home and come out an hour or so later, walking funny. Have you any explanations?"Hell, what could Sally say? She couldn't help it if her twitching pussy made her walk funny. "I--I don't know what you're talking about, Mrs. Jones." The hell you don't. I wasn't born yesterday. I know that you're up to something, and I think I know what it is."Sally trembled harder. "Honest, Mrs. Jones, I'm not up to anything. Really, I'm not." Then why are you walking like that?.