Little did he know that there was an even greater sort of control that was going to happen.Brad was startled at how bold and direct his girlfriend’s...mother was by asking him if he wanted her to suck his cock.And although Jane was in the next room, he nodded that he wanted it to happen again.So, without saying anything, Marie knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants.She lovingly took his cock out of his underwear and felt it grow hard as her warm fingers freed it to the air.The sight of. “Jesus Christ,” Sarah muttered.“I know Matt went in early this morning,” I said. “We came a little early in case you needed help with something or need us to find some mischief for the boys.”“Mischief is a grandmother’s job,” Marcie declared from the doorway.“And one you’ve mastered,” I said with a laugh. Matt’s mother shook hands with Liz – something she never did with the last female that accompanied me to the house. Then she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.“I’m Marcie Costello,” she. I sigh and attempt to help him recall all the events of that evening, hoping he’ll eventually remember my favorite pair of shoes and how good I looked in them. It was formal night, and I was determined to pull out all the stops. We went to the spa to get couple’s massages, then I had my hair and nails done. I wore a short, purple dress with spaghetti straps and silver piping, and the cutest sandals I had ever put on my feet. They were Jimmy Choo’s. Silver, open-toe, with straps that. I asked a lot of questions during this story and learned many things that I at seven, I did not know before. When she finished the story, I asked, “When did that happen?”“Couple years ago,” she responded.“How do you know?” I asked.“I’ll tell you some other time,” she said. That time did not come until my visit with her in LA.After story time, it was off to her bed for some more pussy eating and pounding. I slept well with her in her bed but would always wake in my own bed in the morning. .