So with some talks, she fixed that we should have a sex session at one of her farmhouses. To be frank, I had not even seen her. So it was a risk for m....But from her chats, I could make out it was real. So now came the D day. I entered her farmhouse and met her. She was not the very ultra-modern lady but a lady with a class. After exchanging the pleasantries, we moved to the bedroom. We both were very nervous and I could see her shivering.It was a first time experience for her other than her. I put my coat on and decided a pub lunch was in order after all my hard work I had put in over the last few weeks. As usual, I stopped outside the Tattoo parlour when the door opened."Hi, there," he said.He looked just like an exile from a motorcycle gang, big with large tattooed arms and even a multi coloured scarf around his head."Hi," I replied, "bit slow today?" Yep, but I don't mind," he said with a smile. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"I hesitated for a second. Right now he was blushing so hard it was evident through his tanned face. Susanna was teasing him, bending over so the loose bodice she wore fell away from her firm breasts. Yusef was trying to look and turn his head at the same time. Susanna said something and shook her finger in his face in mock reproof. She turned, flounced her skirts and came towards me. I admired her as she came. Susanna and I had been engaged in some subtle flirtation and I was looking forward to whatever evening would. I longed to sniff and touch her there. She answered me after swallowing, “Yeah, it sucks.”“Did you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”My granddaughter frowned. “Yeah ... boyfriend, but we broke up a couple of months ago. Long story.”“Ah, well I don’t want to bring back something you’d rather not talk about.”Peyton finished her meal, then leaned back in the chair. It was one of those recliner types with soft, padded arms. Instead of pulling the lever and reclining, Peyton brought her legs up and.