" I appreciate it. I'll do what I'm supposed to."We took the truck into the Village. I paid for her some clothes for work. I gave her an advance on he... pay and she shopped for some clothes and toiletries. We got breakfast food and vegetables for her.She asked around about work while I went to a gun shop. I got M-16 ammunition and a short magazine.She drove the truck back from the Village and I rode as the passenger. We sprayed the salt off the MG and the truck with the power sprayer and put the. "Mmmm," She said. She shifted a little and reached back, loosely wrapping her hand around my cock. "What does your cock want this morning?"I leaned my head close to hers. "Can I fuck your tits Grandma?"She rolled over to face me. "Is that what you want?" she asked, raising an eyebrow."Uh-huh," I said nodding."Alright," she said smiling, "how do you want me?" Just on your back, I guess." She pushed the covers to the side and then laid down. Her huge breasts shook back and forth for a few moments. "It's as though you're still at Sunday School. Everything has to be "Don't". That's all about sins of commission. But by your age, you ought to understand about sins of omission." Go on." Yes, she was definitely becoming intrigued.Abruptly I gripped her shoulder and lifted her chin, turning her face directly towards mine."Say fuck" Certainly not. We don't talk that way..." That's just the trouble. It's the sweetest word in the language, and it's time you learned to say it, when the moment is. Well, that and the fact that I still wasn’t sure I could open my eyes. Aim, and all that.“Yes, please.” I wasn’t above begging when it involved serious risk to life and ... coiffure.I felt his hand leave my chest – and chose not to examine exactly how chilled I felt without it there – and then some gentle tugging on my mane. It brought back more memories of him being far less gentle with my hair, his hands weaving through it as he positioned my head the way he wanted while he kissed me, or held.