My grandmother took to me and I took to her, we just clicked, if you know what I mean. So, I spent a lot of time at her house, often overnight, someti...es with cousins, sometimes by myself.Her house would probably be called a mansion, it was large, three stories with many bedrooms. I always enjoyed staying overnight because I could pick out a different bedroom each time. She would always read me stories and as I got older, eight, nine, ten, even eleven, she would invite me into her bed,. The two of them went into their bedroom and got out of their work clothes. Barbara decided to remove her bra and panties too before she put on her lounge wear. Gus stared at her from behind and admired her perfect ass. He though back to the movie where each of the blonde’s took a big cock in their ass and he got aroused. He walked naked over to Barbara and embraced her from behind, his erect cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass and his arms encircled her body and cupped her tits. Barbara. I finally got up and said, “I better go now, thanks for the Coke and the joint”. She got up to follow me to my car and told me, “That’s nothing, I appreciate you fixing my car”. It was about ten p.m. so the only light was from the streetlight in her parking lot. I reached for the door handle of my car and just as I did she grabbed my hand to pull it away from the handle.“ Do you want me, Baby?”, she looked at me and asked. With that, she bent forward to give me a cock hardening kiss. I, of. . It is most likely best not to think of such things. I shall awaken the Fates and that would be most unpleasant for us all."The old woman paced before her fireplace, wringing her hands and occasionally shaking her fist at the ceiling as she continued her muttered tirade of abuse against her own self."Son of a whore! Oh, turn the page, Helen. 'The moving finger having writ moves on... ' And, all that nonsensical, male truth. Again, written by a man. Not that Omar Khayyam is a bad poet. He is.