I run my hand thru granny's wonderful bush as she engulfs my cock with her mouth. She is dripping wet as I play with her hard little clit. I ask grann... how she learned to suck cock so well and she told me that growing up with big tits you get alot of guys chasing after you. She said she has had a lot of practice. I think my granny just told me she was a little slut back in her day. I pulled out of her mouth and moved between her short legs and buried my face in her wonderful bush. It was soft. “Is your right nipple still pierced, I can’t see under all that red lace”The first words he said to her from the doorway, his voice husky with desire, but still he didn’t move, making her wait. Holding his eyes and with a smile of her own “Yes! Can’t you see from there?” Knowing that the distance was keeping her hidden from him and falling back into old rhythms of teasing each other, the wait and anticipation a game that they both knew well and were not going to break even after a year of. Just to be sure, you grab the paperwork that you'd stashed in the glove compartment and compare the address on it to the number painted on the side of the rusty mailbox next to your car. "36 Lone Pine Lane," you say to yourself as you confirm it. "Looks like I'm home..." You pull the car into the gravel driveway and up to the small farmhouse, parking right in front of the porch. Now that you were closer, you can see that the white house was in need of a new coat of paint and you sigh, wondering. Gustav's newly-acquired ability to point downwards was fully tested, as was his stamina.I was very glad that there was nobody else back from the holidays early near Jen's room, because she didn't bother muffling her pleasure, or hiding her desire to get some more really good orgasms under her belt before I left.We experimented more with delicate kissing; Jen proved to have very sensitive ear lobes, and I thought she was going to go completely wild when I very slowly kissed and nibbled the skin.