It was a young lad, a teenager, nursing half a lager, with tears trickling down his cheeks. I recognised him instantly – it was Jason Briggs, my dau...hter’s ex-boyfriend. He and my Chloe had split up nearly a year ago, and I hadn’t seen him since, until today.I greeted him, shook his hand and joined him at the table. The poor lad looked in a bad way, sitting in the pub, sobbing like a baby. He looked dirty and dishevelled and was surrounded by black bin bags full of clothes. He was inconsolable. Then all the men kind of sorted themselves out, with one guy poking another in the ribs with his elbow for making them late.The first man, who seemed to be in his fifties, stepped forward. "I select something for her to wear, and as she wears it I get to fuck her?"I don't have to buy what I cum on do I?" Tom laughed, "no old man everything is on the house today, including the lady.So help yourself."The man practically ran to the garter belt section, he picked out a red one with black lace trim. My naani hugged me and gave a sweet kiss on my cheek. He boobs were protruding and preparing to enter my chest. Since we had only a 2BR house and I was sleeping in the second BR, mom said naani will share my BR only. I was actually very happy. That night after dinner, I was on my bed when naani also came after the dinner. I heard her saying good night to mom and dad and then she closed our door. I was reading a book and she just looked at me and started to take off her saree as she prefers to. “Very close” she said looking at her mum sprawled out on the sofa as if to say she had nowhere to sit so I looked across and came up with an idea, “Why don’t you bring the table over and sit on my lap to get finished”, seemed like a good idea to me and Sally looking across at me picked up the table and planted it in front of my chair and then proceeded to plant herself down on my lap, straight away I felt her warm wet panties on my groin but let her carry on with her work.Every movement she.