”“She made little hats and gloves for you two when you were babies. She was always knitting clothes for her foster-kids,” explained Dan.“Was s...e much like Nana?”“She didn’t have a temper like Nana does. She was much more patient. I liked staying with her. We used to stay with her for days at a time when Mum was having a bad episode.”“Was she ever mean or nasty to you, or to anyone?”“Never. What’s this about?”“What about Grandpa Stone?”“What?”“What about Grandpa Stone? There must have been a. She started sending me those types of messages. One day I sent her a sex story. Later she texted me that it was great story and she liked it and asked where I got them from?. I told her about Indian sex stories. We started sexting each other and soon our relationship had grown to the next level we use to talk about sex and all. We planned on having sex in my house and was waiting for the opportunity.One day my grandmother told me that she had to go to her village next day because she had some. I had shaved arms, legs, pits and my, thankfully light beard. WhenI dressed and put on the sheer dark stockings, they felt wonderful. Anniedid my make up so that it was sexy and sultry. I found the false eyelashes difficult to get used to and the dangly ear rings felt heavy on myear lobes. Even though my adam's apple does not stick out at all, wedecided on a choker neck band. Once rings and bangles had been added theeffect was stunning. I was a statuesque, sex goddess.Annie had a wicked grin on. "Hmmmm your tongue still seems to have some energy left" she said with that wicked smile again.Alice stood up and pulled down her skirt, she was now fully naked as she was wearing no panties. She ordered me to get undressed too and I obliged. Alice lay down on the bed on her back and told me to eat her pussy until she said to stop.I moved close to her bush, she did not have a lot of hair but it still covered both her lips entirely. I took in the scent and dove in. I felt my tongue push past her.