For a moment I thought what would her future husband say about her behavior? But maybe he was fucking a stripper at his bachelor’s party.As the musi... died down, I covered us both with my cape and the stage manager cut the lights. Under the darkness and the applause I carried her off, gathering our clothes in the process. The music changed to let the Highwaymen onto the stage. That gave us thirty minutes alone.Backstage I dropped her on the large couch, opened her legs to worship her sexual. The caller was from Interpol. They requested help from the league to investigate the disappearance of several hikers in the eastern Ural mountain region. She agreed to go and started to preparations. She refueled the jet and began to research the area as to what she would need to wear to disguise herself. She went through the wardrobe closet mumbling the whole time. Finally she grabbed a quick bite to eat and flew off to Russia. In her haste and anger, she never left a message telling. "Mom, I'll need the recipe for this as well if I can have them." Oh, yes. I'll make sure that you get this one and all of the other ones that I have served over the years." She gave her one arm hug since her hands were dirty. "I'll make sure you get all of the recipes from our family." Thanks mom."I went to the coffee pot and poured two mugs for Ash and I. Once we got our first sip of liquid life I asked the big question of the day. "Mom, what are going to do today?"She turned toward me wiping. "Okay . . back to work!" I said jokingly.I stuck a few weight plates under the front of grandma's shoes and she started her calf raises. Watching her muscles flex beneath her skin, I was fascinated. Her calves were perfect - - well-defined, strong, firm - - and perfectly contrasted by her delicate ankles. I felt my upper chest start to tingle.Yeah, I said to myself, this is freaky. Getting turned on by your grandmother's calves. But, I reminded myself: I'm just helping her train. And, she's my.