”I caught them a few more times over the next couple days. She said she needed to talk to him while I was doing homework, so they went into her room...and closed the door. I pressed my ear to it and heard the familiar slurps and groans of a young man getting his knob polished by his grandmother. But she wasn’t limiting him to head. I also caught them having sex. At night on the floor of the living room, I watched her ride him, bare breasts bouncing freely as he lay there enjoying the view. I made. 5″ ka lund uske samne rehata haiAur wo usse touch karti hai aur mere lund ko pakad kar aage piche karne lagti hai aur mujhse kaheti hai ab bardasht nahi horaha hai plz isse mere pusy m dalo na aur main uske boobs ko suck karte karte apna lund uske muh m dedeta hon aur wo use chusne lagti hai aur hum 69 position m ajate Hai aur wo mere lund ko chusti hai aur main uske pusy ko lick karta jata hon Kafi salty test araha tha uske pusy se lakin mujhe bahut maza ane laga tha aur ab main uske upar akar. I hoped she would have seen the posters advertising the reading.I remembered the afternoon two years ago when we accidentally met in a café. She was sitting across from me at another table reading a David Mamet play, but we kept looking at each other. I had just arrived from my cabin in Maine and definitely did not look like an upper West Side New Yorker with my beard, longish grey hair and flannel shirt. I remembered how exotic she looked with her olive colored skin, her colorful paisley. The first thing she noticed, was how cold the floor felt beneath her feet and also that it was much cooler inside than outside. She looked around the room and noticed that it was an impressive-looking foyer. There was a staircase in front of her, that started about mid room and went up to the next floor. The floor and the stair was entirely made of marble it seemed. The walls didn't look much different from other houses, except that it had some woodwork at the bottom that came about a meter.