Better strip Grandma ordered, leave your clothes in the kitchen and come into the lounge. Both women left me; I guess I could have made a run for it, ...ut fuck it was CUNT, old CUNT but CUNT.Following her instructions , clothes left in a pile on the kitchen floor, my cock sprung out of my pants, a drip of pre-cum hanging from the purple bell end swung as I walked into the lounge. On the couch Grandma laid, legs open her hairy gash looked matted, her pussy lips open her pink hole being poked by. "Thank you," she replied, with a smile in her voice. "I'm going to give you a yoga lesson." "But I've just had a yoga lesson." "Yes, you have," she agreed, turning to look at me again. "But you really suck. Come on." She took two steaming mugs through to the living room while I followed, admiring the sight of her pert young bottom as she walked, and wondering if she was wearing any knickers under there. I plopped down on the sofa while Martina took a seat on the thick rug opposite, and began. The man who had Tubby's back winced some when Heather said, "Oh don't bean idiot Tubby, my husband was just pointing out to treat people withrespect."Tubby snapped back, "Don't call me an idiot." Who is being a snowflake now?"Tubby liked being called out. It was his chance to shine. It was hischance to tell people how it is. The simple minded man took the namecalling as a sign that his opponents did not have anything to back uptheir point of view. The point of Tubby not liking what he was. I can’t help you make this decision, but the fact you are still with Lance, tells me you love him.” She looked down again, then stood up. She told me I was right, that she needed to think and thanked me for being understanding. She left abruptly. Friday morning rolled around and I left for work as usual. I was surprised not to see Lance’s car in front of the house. He never left the house that early, I wondered if they had another fight. About mid - morning, the secretary announced I had.