She was the only person that had ever been willing to date me, so I was at a loss after she dumped me. I continued to explore myself and came up with ...ven more fantasies, like fucking every one of SpongeBobs holes and filling them with my hot seed as he begged for mercy. Every day I would come home from school and pleasure myself with thoughts of other cartoons, like Mickey Mouse and Betty Boop. Disappointingly, one day my grandmother caught me masturbating and told me I was grounded. Being. I could feel her body under mine. Her skin on mine. I looked down to see some sweat dripping off me onto her large frame. She smiled as she saw I was checking her out some more.I then reached down to put my big hands on her breast. She gasped. "Sir! What are you doing? I was just suppose to give you a hand job." she screamed. "Oh! I just thought this might help me cum quicker. Plus there so big and so damn hot. I just had to help my self. Keep jacking my cock Brenda. Your doing a great job. I. ” and there she pressed her thumb tip more on it. When I was about to break out, I just held her hand and she was of course smart enough to know it. She just rested her hand there, grabbed the side of my dick, put her one leg over me and started kissing me. Muuahh… on my lips and there she came down to my neck and then to my chest with her lips.She rolled her lips all over my bare chest and once when she was over my nipple she just took it between her lips and gave it a little suck. Ohhhh. She motioned for me to sit beside her. I was still upset with her, but I relented. We started talking about how she loved my cabin instead of her small apartment. She wished she could live somewhere like this.We had fallen asleep, still dressed, on the couch. Somehow, we ended up spooning together. I was first awake. I was also stuck too. If I got up, it would wake her, and it was still kind of early. My anger had softened towards her during our talk. I do think she intended on asking me.