Or all that you can do. And now, looking back, I have many regrets about how I used my second chance.One of those regrets involves your grandmother. I...so wish I had told her more. I shared my past with her on our honeymoon, but then never really told her anything else. I thought it was my burden to bear. The pain of bearing this heavy burden would have been so much less, had it been shared. And it turns out, she ended up knowing most of it anyway! Such are the small ironies of life.As I stated,. I have had many of my friends trying to steal a glance of her while she was in the shower.And being the horny bastard that I am, I was no exception. She could give a hard on to any man at any time. And to add to that, her flirtatious behavior was what encouraged many to approach her. Whether she turned all of them down or not, I am not sure of. When she got herself in those see through black chiffon sarees with low neck blouses, almost all the men in the surrounding paused to take notice. But. And his ejaculation would be strangled and slow; if somewhat painful. So gratifying.But the worst of all was if she fitted it under the foreskin, behind the glans.Although it engorged his rod to an eye-watering size; it blocked any seamen escaping; perfect for Margo to perfect her deep-throat technique.It was also ideal for the "quicky" and saved her having to clean-up but it took it toll on the boy so she kept it as a treat.She wasn't always mean to him; occasionally she'd give him a free-run;. Do you remember when I used words to make you fuck yourself online?” A moan. “Do you remember when I said that I was going to fuck you until you begged me to stop---until you could stand no more---until you were reduced to a piece of weak, feverish, climaxing flesh; do you remember that?” A prolonged grunt. “Now is the time, Angie” Another moan. * Angie reached for my hand. She looked around for a place for us to settle. I stopped her search as I shook my head. “I got it, just follow me. Dana.