Once there I went into a chat room and found a woman, with whom to chat. She was the one who was a little intelligent and who had an imagination. Then...I simply became someone else for a while. I rubbed my clit and imagined myself as the daughter of a prostitute. It was an interesting bit of play acting. It was also crazy erotic and harmless.The story line was that the mother and I were a team and worked in a convention town. I was seventeen in the play acting and my mother was forty. We had sex. The message was from Rashmi’s phone.Me: Can I meet Aishwarya?Rashmi: She’s got another interest.Me: Can I talk to her?Rashmi: She doesn’t want to talk. Sorry Vasu, I hope you find a nice girlI left the conversation and told my mother. She scolded me for missing such a perfect bride. I thought it’s my fault and called the number. Rashmi answered and we spoke for a long time, totally forgetting about Aishwarya. After that, we called each other many times.Another month passed then my mother got an. She checked her hair and quicklyreturned to the lounge.Her Grandfather had removed his shirt and socks and was laid back onthe settee completely naked.She admired his huge frame and thought that he looked even bigger withno clothes on. Although seventy years old and weighed close to twentystones, Susan's Grandfather's six feet six body was very fit, withhard, well-developed muscles. She saw that his whole body was hairy andthat his chest was a mat of curly, thick, dark hairs.She licked her lips. Finally, I slipped my hand between us and took his hardening shaft in my hand. This time it felt much more slippery than the last, as he was now coated in out combined juices. I made sure to grip it just the way he has showed me earlier. Jack let out with a deep moan as I began to slowly stroke him. Seeing his entire body responding to my touch was such a turn on. It made me feel so good to know that I could give him such pleasure. He placed his big hand over my breast and squeezed it. Not too.