Joyce looked at her with worried eyes. "Now we wait it out" I said.We waited 1 hour for the effect to kick in, but no obvious change occured. Joyce di...n't really like it."What if it's something like cyanide". I replied: "A drug dealer will not kill his clients for fun.If it's a free one it's promotion, so there is an effect tied to it, or it's a placebo". We said nothing for a moment. July said she wasn't feeling any different. I did not believe it. I took one.Joyce saw that, and she swallowed. The gifts of silk shirts, dress slacks, Gucci shoes. The exclusive use of my Granny Joan’s second car, a brand new Ford Mustang tops the list. This along with my “escorting” my Grannies on trips to Vegas, Cruises, and the three trips to Hawaii are just made for a single divorced guy in his early sixty’s. Let’s look at one of my typical days with one of my Grannies, Joan. I slide into my Ford Mustang convertible at about noon to pick her up and take her to lunch at a fancy outdoor restaurant in. "Of course I do, Sis. I love you as a sister, but I also love you for the beautiful woman you are. I love you both ways."Victoria rolled to me and pulled me into her arms.I don't know how he did it, but that little perverted brother of mine managed to get past my defenses. We wound up in my bed and did it. Not only did we do it, but it was the best time I ever had. Not that I'd done it a lot, but he wasn't the first. Afterwards, lying there, I knew I couldn't just leave it at once, the little. She got wet much faster, and after sex she seemed more satisfied.I thought that was great. Changing for the better, right? But as time went by I started to notice Swati’s pussy wasn’t as tight as before. And once in a while I noticed bites on her neck that I wasn’t sure if I left them there. Still, I enjoyed hugging my pretty and sexually satisfied wife to sleep.Until one night, Swati came home and started riding me on the couch with her work clothes on. As that tight little pussy slipped down.