Edward has always been a good boy. Now he's a good young man." That's what I mean, Gramma. I've seen too many of the other kind, and not just Mom's fr...ends. I see the same thing with guys closer to my age. And girls. Ed lets me feel safe." Good," Gramma told me. "I don't know if you'd be as happy relying on me to take part in your life. I'm having difficulty walking very far, and you know ... I'm old, Dana." You're my Gramma," I said. "I don't know where I would be without you. And I will do. Unable to resist further, he moves his head down, his lips finally touching her.Slowly, his tongue teases along the outside of her center. Teasing her, making her beg for the touch of his tongue. He stops a moment, raising his head," Beg for me to use my mouth on you, my lady. I want to hear you plead."Lowering his head again, he continues to tease her. His tongue touching everywhere but the place he knows she wants it most. He chuckles softly as he feels her hips shift, trying to direct. Our son has quite a bit of red color in his hair and beard. We all stay in shape and do lots of outdoor activities together. At times growing up you see and hear things from family members when they think they are not heard and when our daughter was still living at home she was talking on the phone saying something about my huge cock when I am hard and how hot it is to watch when I am fucking her mom! I never learned which of her friends she was telling this too, But I wished I had. So the next. About to alight at his usual stop“I'll take you to dinner. I'd like that.” He doesn't take her number and after he's gone, she grieves for the heat of his gaze.Later, Isobelle expresses herself in her lounge. She daydreams of his possessive stare and his taut, lean, torso as she kneels on the floor, wracked by longing. She splashes scented oil on her breasts and rubs each nipple dry. Her hips undulate with erotic slowness. She can feel her juices maddeningly begin to collect at the juncture.