No sign of Mandi anywhere. Six forty-five and still no Mandi. Maybe she was a right on time girl instead of an early bird. Seven came and still no Man...i. Seven fifteen. Seven thirty. Eight. Mandi was no where in sight. "Fucking bitch," I muttered under my breath as I walked out. With every step fell a new tear. I couldn't take it. How could she be so cruel? I drove to Jenna's house with tears streaming down my face. Jenna opened the door and embraced me when she saw me."You don't need that. Now Uncle Paul couldn’t hold any longer. With his free hand he pulled away mom’s petticoat and also his lungi and dropped those on the floor. Underneath they had nothing else on. Both were stark naked! I saw his large penis again. He lay back Mother by her shoulders and climbed over her. “Nehiih,” she said, trying to push him off her,” abhi nehi, munna jaag jayega.” But the man was not to be stopped.”Rani, mere sona,hum jyada awaj nehi karenge” he whispered to her and started kissing her cheeks. Since my staff was already stiff, Gran was able to swipe it across her face and lips.To my mind, Gran was always old. Almost elderly. Haha. Seeing this old woman rubbing my cock against her face seemed pornographic in the extreme. Her actions were opening a new video porn category for my future viewing pleasure.“So good, so good, so good,” she kept repeating.As she changed her grip in order to take my pole into her mouth, Gran said, “I love this cock.”My grandmother was determined to. After modeling both pair, we all decided the pair with the pocket designs looked the best. The flowers were cute but, not with the flowers on the top. I looked like a walking flower garden! Mom took the jeans; put the top back into her bag and picked up a pair of light blue slouch socks. She said they would look nice with my new outfit. Mom paid for everything and once again, we were headed out the door. Mom walked down the mall, more slowly this time, looking in various stores, until we came.