The flesh pooched up and out, her freckled bosoms were right there, she was the same height as me, perfect to look up and see the smile in her eyes."Y...u like those, don't you." she asked me running the tip of an index finger over my lips."Sure do, matched set. How long did it take to train those babies?" I asked completely outclassed."They just sprung forth, they were trained at birth honey, would you like to take them out for a run?" she asked smiling at me. She had slid her arm around my. My warm wet lips closed over her right nipple and sucked -- she gasped loudly, pushing her chest up toward my mouth, and her hands were instantly back in my hair, holding me tight to her chest.She sat up and pushed me back on my knees, tearing my shirt from me and reaching down to fumble with my belt. Undoing it, she yanked my pants down a few inches and reached out to stroke my hard cock through my boxer-briefs."Stand up,she whispered hoarsely, with a wicked grin. "I want to taste you, too." I. "Can you wait until Wednesday? I'll have at least 3 hours."We just laid there for a bit, kissed, groped and talked about where to meet Wednesday -- Nash Park East became our place for the next 6 months, right in front of a green ranch house and across from the entrance to the baseball field -- and she told me to meet her at 9 p.m. and she'd lead the way. I didn't touch myself until then.Wednesday crawled until 9 p.m., but I pulled up behind her again and hoped that I'd be behind her in seconds.. She looked us over curiously, frowning heavily while she opened the door for us. "Ah, you must be our guests. Sorry we couldn't be here. Have to make hay while the sun shines, right? But you can always depend on grandma to watch over things, he, he, he."Without looking, she fumbled about her in the twilight, grabbed a key from an unmarked rack, handed it over with a flourish. She gave us one last searching glance. "Here you are, room 12, ready to settle in. The taproom will open at five, meals.