‘Aye, she is. Ye’ll love her like a daughter. From what she’s told me, she was raised by her aunt and step-father, after her father was murdered...when she was six. Her mother died giving birth to her, so she never knew her. Less than two years past, her step-parents were murdered by a man posing as a relative. He was trying to take the estate and lands by means of forged papers and planned on murdering her. She seen him hanged fer his crimes and was made a Lady by the King of France at the same. Not then any way. I was going to make him wait. I stood up pulled down my dress and said " I'll see you tomorrow then" and I walked off to my caravan. As I walked away I turned and gave him a wave, he was standing there with his cock out and his mouth open.... Got you back you bastard, I thought.When I got to my caravan I locked the door in case he followed me, I was going to make him wait, he wasn't going to creep round later to get me. If he did I would have let him do anything to me. I. I saw absolutely nothing wrong with her clothes, they were just slightly on the sexier side. She wore a tight, white, button up shirt with a collar. A good sexy blouse for a young in style secretary. The first few buttons of the shirt were undone and Makaela’s breasts were squished in. They pressed against her shirt looking like they would burst out. The shirt was also too short, barely long enough to touch her pants, so if she stretched the shirt would ride up showing a generous amount of her. .. I love you too sweetheart..."Chip released himself from her. "Alright, I will be back in a second. Just relax Gran, I promise that everything will go smoothly today." Okay dear, see you in a bit."Jean watched her grandson go upstairs. In the meantime, she took of her dress, now only remaining in her heels as she sat naked waiting for him to return."Oh God, we are really going through with this! Something a grandmother and grandson should never do!" Great, now I'm even more nervous than.