The room was large but I did not think it was good for a photo shoot. I noticed a camera and cam corder sitting on a desk, not what I thought a profes...ional would be using. Tara went over a bunch of paper work with the women, releases and such which all made everyone feel comfortable. Then Will came in with a bottle of wine and poured it into several glasses and gave it to mom and Linda and they drank it down and Will refilled the glasses. They started to take some shots then changed clothes.. She came in and took off all her clothes. Now grandma is no super model but she did not look bad naked. But she started out stroking my cock for a minute then she climbed up and stradled me carefully, then rubbed her hairy wet pussy lips up and down my cock, but not fucking me, until I came. I could not believe what she had done. As she cleaned me and herself up, as my cum was all over both of us, she asked me if I liked it and I told her yes. This all happened in the first two weeks. The third. Whether triggered by smell or a song or whatever, she loved to remember her crushes with as much melodrama and high-production special effects as possible. In her memories, Lucas, the really sweet barista at Republic Coffee ate her pussy on a giant pile of exotic coffee beans, dark and rich and pungent with a thousand jungles and her pussy juices. Instead, the reality was her ass balanced precariously between the 3-group La Mazocca and the scones. She barely managed to stay perched on the edge. I can't remember loving him. I can't remember loving anyone, and I can't remember anyone but Cindy loving me. I'm not even sure I know what love feels like. I feel things for you. Boy, howdy do I feel things. The fantasies I've had while I ... while I'm alone. Well, trust me, you'd love them. But is that love? Or is it just lust? According to Cindy I haven't had love or sex for a long time and that could mean I'm just horny. I don't know what to think. That's why I feel like I'm damaged.