After about 15 mins of drive, I did not bother to see if she was asleep, I started pressing the boobs directly and I guess she was acting as if she ha... slept. Slowly beneath her saree, I lifted her blouse and bra partially to have some access to her boobs. (Touch is a different feeling all together)I grabbed one of those melons and started squeezing them as if there was no tomorrow. I realized she was also getting a bit high and placed her saree in such a position that I had access to both the. She undressed me completely took her salwar (leggings) off (she was not wearing any panties) went to the bed and signalled me to come over her. I followed her, she spread her leg and that was the first time I was witnessing a vagina, it looked awesome as mentioned dark red inner walls of her vagina with her black skin contrasting with it.She asked me to put my penis inside it, not knowing what to do I was looking here and there, that’s when she pulled me towards her guided my penis by holding. Later in my office she told me that she thought it would be good for everyone in the office to actually see her date a guy rather than hear her talk about all the fake ones."And I can be a fun date Rob, as long as you don't expect more than a good night kiss at the end."And she was. We did actually go out a half dozen dates (and had a great time) and pretended to go out a dozen more before we let it be known that we just didn't seem to 'click' but were staying good friends.Another month went by. ” I said. I saw my grandma Renee sitting on the cream colored, leather couch. Her pale white skin, wrinkled beyond repair. Her curly, light brown hair barely touched by a brush. Painted eyebrows sat above her deep brown eyes. Her body was frail, and weak. When she stood from the couch to walk to me, she appeared to be a corpse. She limped, walking at a snail-like pace that could ruin any impatient man’s day.“My God, it’s cold! Hi…how are you sweetheart?” my grandma said, giving me a big hug..