I could feel that."Now run along, before your grandmother figures out what you did," he said.I walked away.I was sixteen. It was snowing outside, and ...old as the dickens. I was in the kitchen, my grandmother presiding over a pot of hot chocolate. She poured me a cup, and put it in front of me. She kissed my forehead."I love you, son," she said. That was when I realized she simply considered me her son. Tears fell from my eyes.I was eighteen, and just out of high school. I was sitting in the. Sometimes she was keeping her hand on my thigh, sometime was keeping on my shoulder, sometime on my waist. I was feeling very excited and a little horny. Then we both reached temple. People were looking at us. She worshiped and when she bent down I could see her bare navel and her waist. Oh they were milky. Her ass was very tight and too sexy. We returned back while having our breakfast she asked me how she is looking. Spontaneously I uttered hot. She questioned what? I said I mean beautiful. We walked the short distance to Warren Street tube station with no one taking any notice of the schoolgirl with an ultra-short school skirt, holding onto the arm of her father.The tube station was where we were going to part and after we’d bought the tickets Ryan kissed me and told me that he’d meet me at the Starbucks down the road from the hotel somewhere between 5 and 6 o’clock.No sooner than I’d turned my back on him and smiled to myself because the vibe wasn’t switched on; it burst into. This couldn't be happening as she carried on kneading my lower back with her delicate fingers. Flashes of that perfect nipple raced through my mind, those long slender legs that were so kissable. "Thanks, darling, that was lovely. I need to sleep now," I said, my erection now throbbing. "But I'm not finished, dad." "Katie, you need to go, please just go," I said pleadingly as the mother of all erections pushed against the bedsheets. She snuggled into my back, planting kisses, her body warm and.