Her amazon body was firm and muscled with a tone that implied much physical training. Her olive tanned skin was smooth and she stood with her posture ...erfectly balanced. I couldn't stop my eyes following the flared curve of her hips down and around to the dark triangle of her lusciously dark and carefully trimmed pubic hair. The gleam of the skin on her thighs and the darkness of the shadows under her breasts served to make her figure almost stand out in bas relief. I realised how much I had. I pushed a little more and she let out a small squeal, I didn't even have the tip of my head in her opening yet just opening her up a little. I looked at her and said what percentage did she want me to do this and she said "100% just do it" and covered her face with her hands and I just pushed and and removed her hands from her face. I could tell she was in pain and I only just had my head in her. I stayed still for a bit and asked if she was ok and if she is getting used to it, she said "yeah. Gramma closed the door and turned back towards me. ‘Take those off, will you?’ Gramma said.I shoved my boxers down and as soon as my hard-on was free Gramma took it in her hand. ‘I’ve been thinking about you,’ Gramma said, ‘But it seems every time we’re home together either your mother or your sister is home, too. This afternoon will be different.’ As she spoke, Gramma moved her free hand down to fondle my balls. ‘Isn’t this better. “Say it!” He hissed into my ear. This time he emphasizes the demand with a squeeze to my neck and a deep thrust into my pussy.“No.”The word was just a breath, but it was full of more strength than I thought I could have mustered in that moment.Then he was gone. His hand released my neck, his hard body disappeared from where he had been pressed against my back, and his fingers withdrew leaving me empty and unfulfilled. He was no longer touching me, but I could still feel him there, his body just.