.my grief was worsened tenfold by having to keep my dark secret of having my grandmother as my first lover.As we cleared her house out i was given the...job of taking her clothes down to the charity shop, she was always smartly turned out and there were some nice clothes that would really be appreciated so it felt her death was doing some good, and i was o.k until i got to her underwear drawer and amongst the items were worn and unopened items of hosiery that i always remember her wearing even in. .. uh... experienced customers," she added, dryly."Thank you," said Caitlin, stiffly.But she took the pink box back and I ended up paying for a yellow one.I don't have a lot of experience with condoms. That's because I don't use them often. In fact, I've never bought a condom. At least not until Caitlin put a box on the counter and I had to pay for them. The only condoms I've ever used were the ones a woman produced and required that I put on before we had sex.I don't want you to get the idea. I noddedShe was blushing again, but this time not hard and inflamed but a rather cute little pink flush over her cheeks.“Honestly?” she asked again. “Well why not?” I snapped. “A young woman in her undies in my flat in the middle of the night, wearing well you know, all flushed and embarrassed. I’m only human, course I’m going to get exited.”“But me?” “Why not you?”“Well I’m hardly Miss Universe am I?” she looked down and pulled the coat a little tighter.“I think you’re quite pretty, you’ve. I went near her pussy and started licking it with my tongue. She opened her eyes and saw me licking her pussy. She was enjoying It more than I did. She was holding my head in her hands pushed me closer and closer to her wet leaking pussy. She moved her head up, closed her eyes and started enjoying the divine indian sex.Then she asked me to stop, my mouth was filled with her juices. Then she made me to sit on the sofa and squeezed my cock in her hands. My cock was leaking with juices and after.