5. Dress well and take your Granny to nice places, if you can find a bar with an older crowd (40/50) so much the better. Never take her to a biker bar...or a bar with loud metal music. 6. Watch for your Granny’s informal signals, handholding, a good night kiss, are OK. The minute she lets you start felling up her nice ass or breasts you are home free; she wants to be fucked right now.7. Slowly undress your granny in layers and don’t be in a hurry, she may have anxiety about getting laid if she is. Today was Mrs Smith'sfirst day back at work. When she arrived she was introduced to Pamelaand Lorraine, naturally as mother and daughter, and greeted them warmly.For the rest of that week, it was pretty much business as usual.Whitehouse went to work during the day, Pamela fussed about the weddingand was out a lot. This left Lorraine to recuperate from the surgery.And to work out. Every chance she got. In addition, Mrs Smith was nowabout to do the cleaning and cooking. Lorraine was quick to. I squealed quietly and placed my free hand on his head beneath the table, holding his head against me as his tongue slides in and out of me. And then the door separating the dining and living room swung open, his mother walking in. I jumped up and sat back against the chair, straightening my back and clearing my throat as Harrison paused his tongue-fucking. “Charlie, how is everything? Where’s Harrison?” she asked. “Everything is great, Mrs. Parker,” I replied and had to cough to cover my moan. “Ohhh! Ahhh! Oh Jo, don’t stop doing that, don’t for chrissake stop! I wanna hear you cum!” Her accent was becoming more strongly kiwi as she became more aroused. “I wanna hear you too, hun!” “Yeah, let’s go for it! Oh fuck, this is fantastic…” I’d had plenty of phone sex in my time, but nothing to match this in sheer intensity. Our cries became louder and more incoherent, cutting across each other in escalating counterpoint, each of us egging the other on, each pushing the other to new heights.