Tony cradled her head and stroked her face, captivated by his first sight of a real, living, he hoped she was, living twat. He shouldn’t look, it’... your Gran. The velvet cord had lodged under the myriad of slack, fleshy wrinkles at one side of her groin. He tried to sort out her robe which was trapped beneath her, then had to dislodge a nipple pastie stuck to the back of his hand.Ashamed, yet aroused with the old gal seemingly out of it and virtually naked in his arms, Tony daringly wondered. Is that open-ended enough from my end?” David asked with a challenging glance.“I’m in,” Carol said. “This is the best deal I have ever heard of for my circumstance.“I guess if Carol says it is the best deal, then I am in too,” Liz said.“Do I get laid before I die?” Nancy asked.The others laughed and sputtered while looking at Nancy’s face. “I am serious. I want to be a harlot. I was a good girl all my life and now that I am almost dead, I want to have some fun.”“I think we can take care of. "We cleaned up after ourselves and had some dinner, we sat in the kitchen talking for ages after dinner had been eaten, I started to grow hard under the table, I started to stroke my cock under the table, I think my mom knew but she did not say anything, I then felt like I was going to cum, I aimed up and when I came it was all over my cock, I did not know what to do, I got up and walked to my room, "looks like that needs cleaning up, big boy" she saidIt got to about 10pm and me and mom were in. Suddenly the bedroom door opens. There's enough light to see that it's the old white guy that lives in our neighborhood. He asks what I'm doing in his bed and starts to take off his clothes. I'm so shocked I can't say anything. He reeks of alcohol so I know he's drunk off his ass. I realize I must have left the door unlocked, and in his drunken state he must have mistakenly walked into our house. Miraculously my girl is still unconcious, actually, she'd smoked a big fat joint that night, so she.