I left home, did the college thing, got married, had two k**s. My wife, Cathy, was from the neighboring town. "Blond," smallish bust, conservative. He... breasts were 32 Cs, with nice nipples but much paler than I remembered my mother's dark, areolas. Her hair was a brown-dyed-blond and as thick as my mother's, maybe that was one reason I found her so attractive. Cathy was a great mother and wife. With an outgoing personality and winsome smile, she was a favorite at social gatherings. But she. It was so long and so thick that she was reminded of a tree in her backyard that her dog found particularly fascinating for purposes of initiating his urinating procedures after lengthy sniffing for new scents of other visiting dogs from the neighborhood.“Oh, dear, please don’t stick it in all the way, young man. I fear I am not accustomed to such a large order of male cock in my privates.”The boy laughed but she didn’t like the sound of it because she detected a trace of macho intent that. He always amazed her at sea, seeming to know when the wind would change, walking without touching the safety lines even though the boat could swing wildly. His expression was always that relaxed yet vigilant look he got under duress, and it moved her in strange ways. It was as though his masculinity reached out and burrowed under her panties, tickling her clit, making her wild with need. And lately, even when she knew she was pushing him away from something nominally more important, he would. Grannie brought the coffie with only a slight smile in her face and off she went. I sipped my coffie when all of a sudden grannie sneeked in and went to a place opposite of me bending down to a heap of something pretending to have to do some work. But what was most astonishing, was, that her white grannie-underwear-panties were rolled somewhat down, exposing the upper parts of her buttocks revealing the rim betwenn both. Also was a part of her belly between pantie and undershirt visible..