Olive Garden. She loved Itilian food. We sat down and I ordered a bottle of wine and a salad. Right after the waitor left I felt it! Grandma had place... her foot on my dick. She began stroking my dick with her foot under the table! I was in pure heaven. "I don't want you to think Granny is crazy but I haven't been out with a man in years. For one night only I'm not your Granny, I'm your date. How does that sound?" She asked with a smile."Sounds like I'm the luckiest man here" I responded. She. I then made my way downstairs to the lounge where I poured Jessica and myself a strong brandy and coke as I waited for her to come downstairs. I heard her bedroom door open and I looked up at the steps as I waited for her. I then saw her as she started walking down the steps, looking hot as fuck. Dressed up all slutty wearing a super short mini skirt that I could see up to her crotchless panties we bought. Tight black thigh high leggings she wore with white high hills and a see through white. I had gotten used to the idea of playing with my grand-daughter without suffering the guilt associated with incestuous relations, but still wasn’t prepared to fuck her. Watching her finger herself was a major turn-on for me. She also admitted one afternoon that she got turned on watching my pants tent as she played with her young breasts and fingered her clit. Finally, she worked up the courage to ask to see my cock. Her eyes widened as I stripped off my pants and shorts. I could see the hunger. Did I enjoy that! It didn’t take long before we were both gagging to be fucked, he grabbed his condom (extra points for him!!!) and before I knew it he was easing his thick throbbing cock into my soaking wet pussy. It felt fantastic as I writhed about groaning, trying desperately not to bite or scratch him (a previously mentioned ‘dislike’ of his). Our sweaty, hot, lust fuelled bodies took advantage of all the space as we utilised a few good positions, before collapsing in to a panting heap..