Grandma was the marque girl. Her image or poster- at the entrance of the building, would entice the audience into the show. For example, one of my fav...rites; a provocative Nutcracker Costume, full body length marquee. I always brought a towel with me to view it- undisturbed of course. Her bare thighs fully exposed in the sleazy garb. Lithe,abundant and firm,young,tender flesh broadcasted to any male who saw this naughty placard- “cum on in to see my legs and thighs show boys”! I would always. Is that really you?Joe: Why? Not happy? Was this monster cock expecting someone else?She said while touching me inappropriately. I took a few steps back.Me: What are you doing? Why did…?She then threw herself at me. While hugging me, she whispered.Joe: I missed you. I missed this.She said while caressing my balls.Joe: I need you to fuck me! Right here, right now! I’m your bitch!Despite having masturbated recently, I was still sensing my dick get hard. I was happy to see Joe. I might have cursed. It was still soft, cut and about five inches long and what looked to be normal thickness. I also smelled his musky scent. He also has a nice set of hairy balls. I just looked at his genitals for a moment, trying to take in all of the sights and smells of the experience.I moved closer to his cock and tasted it with my tongue, and then took the thickening cock head into my mouth. Fred squirmed a little and pushed his hips towards me when I took that first taste, and I knew that he was really. He laid on his back and I made my way down to his cock, planting kisses as I went. I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around before I took him further into my mouth. "Damn baby I love that thing you do with your tongue! It drives me crazy." I sucked his cock for a few more minutes. "Get on your hands and knees for me baby," he said. I got down and spread my knees further apart the way I knew he loved it. He started rubbing my clit and fingering again me for a few minutes. Then he.