It would have been an impossible idea only a few months earlier.I held up a bottle of her favorite brandy. It wasn’t wine, but our liquor cabinet li...e our pantry was relatively bare. Fabienne had given up shopping over the last two days to focus on her next steps.My Grandmother removed her feather boa and stood before me naked. She was ordinarily reserved and well mannered. Tonight, she took the brandy and took a swig directly out of the bottle the way I had seen my mother do before she became. He kept the massage going, his thumbs on either side of her pussy, squeezing her pussy lips together and gently pulling them back apart. He rubbed around her pussy and clit, the pressure only adding to her need to cum. His fingers went inside her pussy lips, using her wetness to massage her pussy further, adding to the feeling. She felt like she was going to cum soon and he hadn’t even touched her clit yet! The pressure in her pussy was rising as he massaged and played with her pussy. Her. I stood up. She came close to me and massaged my pant. She unzipped my pants and my 7 inch tool jerked out and gave a jerk in rhythm with my heart beat. I removed my pants. I moved my dick toward her mouth. She suddenly caught my dick with her mouth and played with my dick. She rubbed gently and the started to suck my dick. She took away the skin covering the red muscle and split some saliva over my dick and shake well. She smiled at me and asked “ How do u feel now ?” . I replied “heaven”.. ‘ ‘I’ll be sure to dress up. ‘ ‘Just be yourself, babe. ‘ ‘Babe’ was his favorite term of endearment for her. He never called her hon, honey, lover or whatever. Almost always it was just, babe. Usually he called her by name. Not the name everyone else used, but the name her family used…not Jane…Janie. When she entered the upscale eatery and told the over-dressed man at the front who she was there to dine with, he became even more obnoxiously obsequious than usual. She really didn’t need his.