I had cleaned his shirt with soap and full boiling water. Sensing the emergency was over, my son reverted to practical matters. "I'm hungry, Ma. Did G...eatgran eat yet?"I sliced headcheese and tore chunks of bread for both of them. I skipped eating. How my body was sore from a foot wound, I could not explain it. My foot felt somewhat better by supper. I made a stew. Hory helped to wash the dishes. I cleaned up Grandpa after dinner. He grabbed my breasts. Hory caught him at it."Don't touch her,. The wetness of his mouth starts working on me and I start to get really hot. I run my hand on his arms and his back feeling his body up. He has unusually stronger arms which felt like a rock.Meanwhile, he pulls my t-shirt up and moves his mouth to my nipples and gave a lick on the right one which made me moan like crazy. I move my hand to his head feeling his silky long hair and push him more on to my boy’s breast. He expertly suck’s my right nipple and squeezes the left one and then moves to. " Sure will," Jon said, "Mostly because she did. I learned to not fuck with her a long time ago." Oh, and forget what I said about a power surge last night," Stan said. "You're right, it would not be a good security move and questions would get asked that I'd really rather didn't get pointed at us. There may come a time, but I don't think it's just yet. It's kind of one of those last-ditch things." I couldn't forget about it," Jon grinned, "Mostly because it's such a nice vision. But I think. It all started after 20 years of happy marriage, my daughter had grown up and left home, leaving just me and my wife. She had become ill over the last few years and pretty much confined to bed, because of this our sex life had become less and less frequent to the point it was almost non existent. She was very understanding about my needs and encouraged me to masturbate as often as I needed to and even watched me do it. The problem was I found it harder to get aroused and turned to other things.