One morning, when my grandmother was attending a church jumble sale one rainy day, I was left in her house alone. I knew I would have at least a coupl... of hours to myself, so I decided that I would investigate the magical kingdom of her wardrobe. As I stood and admired her collection of basques, bodices and girdles, and felt the swelling of my young cock in my trousers, I couldn’t resist reaching out to fondle the delicate materials with my trembling hands. They felt so soft, and the whole. She always felt comfortable in the company of older men so she was not in the least bit nervous even when the older man looked at her with his x-ray eyes that most certainly removed every stitch of clothing from her defenseless body. In fact, it sort of set her pussy lips to trembling with anticipation and her inside juices were already filling up her super tight vaginal walls with plenty of lubrication at the thought of appearing fully naked in front of still attractive older man."So, my dear,. ” (I love you.)I told him my feelings for him. He said he has been waiting until I was old enough to tell me. So he then took me by the hand and headed to the bedroom. Once we were in the room I slowly started to take off my clothes and we both were standing there naked. He hugged me again and we started to kiss. After what seemed like forever, he laid me on the bed and got between my legs. I felt his dick rubbing against mine. I felt it pulse and felt the veins. He asked me if I wanted him. Trouble was ... he'd been right. At that stage, I'd yet to undergo puberty, so my sexual awakening was a ways off yet.But eventually, the time came when I started to notice girls. Well, when I started to notice women. There's a distinction to be made there, and it's important. It's more than a matter of physique- though I very much preferred the lushly developed form of a mature woman to the rail-thin look favoured by girls my own age- it's matter of confidence, bearing. Grace, I suppose you.