His thick fingers move down her ass crack and push slightly against her tight little butthole. “That’s my asshole you asshole!” she screams as h...s finger pushes harder against her little button. Mrs. Levingston giggles as she watches, slowly taking off her beautiful gown and resting her body on a large ottoman beside the bed. “Spank that naughty slut already” she demands as she starts to slap her own pussy through her panties, watching her husband abuse the sweet little teenage babysitter. He. I don’t know you well enough to.’ ‘And that my dear Jeff, is a breath of fresh air.’ We added another circuit and also some speed to our usual morning exercise although I protested vigorously, and then hit Charlie’s Diner while I still tried to get my head around her comment. I’m sure to a blind man it would make sense, for now it was a puzzle that would nag at me until the real meaning to her answer became clear. As I walked Caroline back to her apartment I told her I couldn’t do tomorrow. I. I do struggle to keep this old place tidy!" I replied eagerly."Clean and gardening?!" she muttered looking unimpressed.Then her eyes lit up and she smiled at me, before she then said "Or perhaps I could clean something else for you?" Like what?" I asked looking confused.Then suddenly Shola dropped to her knees right in front of me, placed her hands on my trousers, and began running them up my legs towards my crotch.I sat frozen to the spot, as my lovely black haired blue eyed granddaughter ran. Somewhere over northern Oregon she asked me, “How bad do you think Daddy’s going to flip out over this?”She pulled her sweater upward to just below her breasts, revealing her smooth, tanned and unlined stomach. I saw that a silver stud was inserted in her navel. I couldn’t help but be slightly aroused by the sight. “You got a belly-button ring?” I asked. “When did you do that?” “A couple months ago.” She answered, smiling. “Isn’t it bitchin’?”“I suppose.” I said, uncomfortable with her.