“Is that because of me?” she asked, looking down at her own body and running her hands across her breasts. “You naught little boy, did you get h...rd thinking about your own grandma?”“Uh.. um.. it’s just that.. well, you’re not wearing any clothes.”“Oh my, look at me! It was so hot today, I didn’t bother to wear my sleeping gown to take my nap. Well, I’ll be, after all these years I’m still able to arouse a young man,” smiled Grandma, returning her gaze at my crotch. “Don’t be embarrassed, it. It was replaced with one of beatific serenity. It was beguiling; the term Christmas angel ran through his mind.After the mass ended, the organist and the choir gave a short program of Christmas carols, mostly with a religious theme; "Oh Holy Night", "Little Town of Bethlehem", "Silent Night", etc. It was simple but it helped put one in the spirit of the holidays. When they left the church, Gail took his arm as they walked back to her place."Thanks for coming, for once I didn't feel like an old. When the sponges touched her body, she could feel an even more intense pain, and she screamed again. Petra could feel how her body shook involuntary every time he made contact with her and gave her a jolt with those sticks.He then started pushing her again, and every time she came back, he made sure that the current was on, so he could give her a jolt again. And then he halted her and placed one sponge on her right breast and the other on her crotch."NO PLEASE ... don't," Petra begged, but it. I tucked the portion of her skirt under its elastic borders. Now I inserted my middle and index finger together inside her cunt. Swati moaned, which came out from a cocktail of pleasure and pain. With my other hand, I continued squeezing her boobs.I moved my fingers up and down inside her cunt like a carpenter’s saw. She moaned, “Ouch, Mumma.” She quickly baked two chapatis. She held my wrist and made me pull out my fingers from her cunt. She pulled down her skirt but kept her panty down to her.