Grandma straddled my face and let me breath in her scent, she slid her pussy right down my body leaving a slim trail as she went. When her breasts got...to my face I latched onto one of her nipples and felt her pussy slipping over my cock. She pulled her nipple from my mouth, straightened up, and dropped onto me as hard as she could, forcing my cock up into her as far as it would go. I just lay there and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy muscles massaging my cock. It was sort of like what she did. It started one afternoon when he came back from playing basketball. I had just finished painting my nails and was on the sofa letting them dry. He took off his sneakers and lay on the sofa with his feet in my lap. I took his sock off and massaged his foot and he soon fell asleep. I took his other sock- he had very pretty feet - so I painted his toenails pink like mine while he was napping. Then I moved his feet and went into the kitchen to start dinner. When he woke up he yelled “What did you. Troy and Connie had put the information from their last meetings with President Thomas on my desk. I had already read it and highlighted items I wanted answered from that meetingThey were sent a list of documents they were ordered to bring five days ago.It was 0830 when they showed - Strike Qne. I was President; be on time for my meetings.I asked for the documents they were instructed to bring that gave the numbers on the food programs they supplied direct payments to.‘‘There was not enough. And I probably wouldn’t have tried to get serious with Nancy. And probably wouldn’t have got back together with Melody, if I’d even gone with her in the first place. But isn’t this just idle speculation?”“I suppose,” Jocelyn said. “I mean, you can never be sure what might have happened without my accident. Does it bother you to speculate about alternative events that way?”“No, not at all. It can be fun. Do you know the Billy Joel song, Scenes From an Italian Restaurant?”“The one about ‘Brenda.