“Can I use you phone? I’ve broken down and my mobile has no reception”Even if she had been ugly as sin, the dog would have got her in, it was lo...ely (and friendly). Even if she hadn’t had the dog, those swaying hips, and prominent chest, would have got her over the threshold.“I saw your bike in the shed” the door kept blowing open “nice. My Dad had an A65”That was it, I was in love, a dog loving, motorcycle appreciating, beauty.“Come in, would you like some tea? I was just about to make. I wanted her, all of her, I wanted to throw her on the bed and devour her. “Gran,” I groaned, my fist moving faster. “I want to kiss you again. Please, I have to kiss your ... your boobs. I ... I want to lick you ... down there, between your legs.” Even as the passion burned bright and my cock swelled with desire I, for some insane reason, couldn’t bring myself to utter the words. I wanted to say tits and cunt, but it somehow seemed wrong and dirty in my grandmother’s presence.It came as a. I felt disgusted with the way my body had surrendered so quickly and easily to his fondling. It had been different with Rufus. He was a grown man who knew what he was doing, knew how to make my young, hungry body wet and eager for him, and I had to admit that I wanted more. ***** I hadn’t heard from Rufus in over a week, and I felt a bit angry with myself for wanting to be with him again. Then late one Friday night ‘brinnnngggg, brinnnngggg,’ the phone rang. It was Rufus. My heart was. After 10 mins she returned with a coffee and offered to me. “OH MY GOD” Her top has become wet with sweat in the kitchen or maybe she spilled some water on her top. I am not sure but she is looking very sexy in that state. She is too hot to handle.Since her white top has become wet and much transparent and I am able to see her nipples much clearly. She bent to give me coffee in a saucer giving me a clear glimpse of her wet boobs and sat down opposite to me.My cock has again risen to its best.