"Buuutt," she paused for second, then continued, "honey, we still feel like partyin’ and, so…" She drifted off, baiting me to finish it for her. "...ell…" I enjoyed the dangle, too—two could play this game!"Well, it ain’t a party if I’m alone, is it?" She said in her softest sing-song, sultry voice. "I guess not. I mean, having good company is always a very good thing, right?" I added as I cupped and pulled my balls. I was so close now that I didn’t dare even touch my dick. It was like some. Her name is Susan and she is attractive. Being a granny- lover I see her as attractive. In fact, she was my first model so to speak.Where I live on the south coast there are lots and lots of retirement homes full of old ladies and couples who whilst able bodied need occasional help, company and above all entertainment. The latter being what I supplied through my look beautiful photo shoots. It all started last year when I was visiting an elderly aunt. She mentioned that some ladies took. After a moment of careful observation, I smiled. "Candles," I told him. "Smells like bee's wax and soy."Sure enough, the stairs let out onto a corridor, the theme of stone floor and bare earth walls continuing with niches every couple of feet that held thick, flickering candles to light the way."I feel like I'm in a bad B movie," I muttered as Marcus led the way. "All that's missing are the lame traps and the brainless muscle guarding the thick wooden door." Keep your sense pealed; just because. “What are you thinking?!” he asked himself. He realized his wife has been gone for a week, but to notice this about Jessica… Best she simply sleep-off the effects of the night out and turned to leave. “Com’on, dad. Get thish off. I hate shleeping in thish thing.” He stopped and looked back at her. His little girl certainly has grown up. The flickering candle light cast a radiance of dancing shadows over her young body. She was squirming to pull off her bra making it look like she was moving.