The boy got confused. To scare him, I began to search inside my handbag. Watching my hand inside the bag, the boy swiftly pulled his trousers and whip...ed out his beefy black cock. It wasn’t erect (naturally because he was in flight mode, get it?).Me: Use your dirty thoughts over me. That should help you get an erection.I don’t know what he did, but his cock wasn’t getting stiff. It was because he was still scared. He was so skinny that I thought of playing with him.Me: Alright. I’ll help you.I. His fingers found their way under the band of my stockings, oh thank god, he was going to take them off and his hands would have full contact with my flesh, it would be almost too much, but the anticipation of it would be worse. He pulled my stockings down so they sat half way down my thighs and I felt his hands caressing the cheeks of my arse that were now finally free. I felt his nose, run from the inner front side of my thigh, drawing a line up one side, stopping to almost sit right on my. At the same moment, I turned my head and met her mouth with my lips and pressed down in a full kiss. She stopped and then bent into me and slowly kissed me full on the lips and parted them with her tongue. I knew where this was going to end up. It was something that I had been longing for since I had first started fucking my Gran. I had had a 6 month relationship with Gran, since the time Aunt Fran had gone to London for a few days. As often as I could, I would ride my bike over to Gran's for. She always looks so professional, she wears great form fitting skirts and dresses that don’t leave much to the imagination. The only reason I really go to work is to hopefully get a glimpse of her. One day last week I went into work and it was the usual boring day. When lunch time started to get nearer I began looking at the door knowing it was a distinct possibility that she would walk in. My prayers were answered five minutes later, because she walked in in this gorgeous black skirt, white.