I put on a lubricated cover, splash lube on my fingers, and workit into his crack. It's dark and hairy. I guess he can't see to shavethere. I kneel ...etween his legs, prop his ankles on my shoulders, andslap my cock against his taint, and make an exploratory poke into hishole."Ouch. Please don't hurt me." He looks up with imploring eyes. I lookback with the cold, merciless glare that I have so often received whenmy ass is up-tilted and exposed."You deserve to be hurt, you little slut." He. "Just please forget I said anything."She shook her head. How do you forget?* *A few nights later, we were lying in bed. I was closer to Seattle. Shewas closer to New York. There was a lot of space in the middle of thebed. In our marriage, too.I leaned over and touched her shoulder."Friday," she said."Huh?" I said."You can have Fridays. You can wear your dress and you can put onmakeup, and you can be Liberace's sister. I won't be here. I'll go to amovie or something. I don't know why I'm doing. "My windowless van and bag of candy started getting the wrong kind of attention."I watched Gramma's face. She almost strained something trying not to laugh."That's NOT what I meant, Lane Chesley!" she said, trying to remain serious. "I simply meant that I did not know how you might go about meeting my granddaughter. I knew she was cleaning a house for somebody that my niece set up for her. So you met her in that circumstance?" Exactly," Lane said. "At first I had to pry every word out of her to. Just as I had suspected, Ingrid had a fairly nice rack though her tits were small but perky. She messed with my cock some more."You are way too young to be having a problem like this." She said. "Hmmm, he seems to stubborn. I am going to try one more thing and see if we can wake him. You should lie back." Ingrid said standing up. And much to my surprise Ingrid removed her pants and panties. She was standing there completely naked. And She was not bad looking. Granted she is a woman in her late.