They took another step one evening as Walter lay napping after a hard day of fishing and hunting. Thomas had come up behind his mother and grasped her...breasts. She was wearing only a shirt and a pair of panties. Instead of pushing him away she glanced over to make sure Walter was still asleep and then she leaned back into him. He took that as an invitation and turned her head and began kissing her neck.Before Grace realized what was happening she had turned in his arms and they were pressed. Her firm breasts bounced ever so little in time with her wavy brown hair as she walked. She walked with all the confidence in the world knowing exactly what she wants and with whom she wants it.With plenty of open chairs in the bar I thought please just sit somewhere where I can at least sneak a peek every now and then without you noticing. Low and behold she picks the chair right next to me. Wow I thought, maybe she is just quickly coming to ask the bar tender a quick question. I turn my head,. I'm your favorite pancake person. I have to let you know that your willingness to let me expose myself to you really turns me on. Not every woman is as happy to see my throbbing cock, but you really make my day." Later that day, she wrote back, "Seeing you all hard and at attention usually makes my day too. It also makes work a little harder because all I can think of having sex with my boyfriend. Usually, I run into the bathroom and finger myself until I make it. With the picture of your cock. I opened it carefully, making sure that it closed without a sound. I was barefoot and bare-chested, donned in cut-offs without any underwear, having been too hot to add another layer. I tipped-toed through the kitchen to see my grandmother's bedroom door open wide and her laying on the bed naked covered by the wet towel with her eyes closed. I crept closer. It was the first time that I had seen a naked woman's body in the flesh, the wet towel molding to the shape of her pendulous breasts.
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