Gently, but firmly, she took hold of the arm, towards his elbow, above the hand which was within her steaming cunt. She then guided him in and out of ...er, literally using her grandson's arm and hand in the same manner she used one of her dildos. The thought actually ran through her mind, "My grandson is my wonderful, warm, living dildo - I'd dreamed of him finger-fucking me, but here we are with him giving my pussy a "hand-fucking," or, by god, even an "arm- fucking."In a few moments, Irene had. "You need to take care of yourself?" Yeah, I really do -- you don't mind, do you?" After last night? You're asking ME if I mind? Of course not, you do what you need to do!"I can't lie; I had kind of secretly wished for this moment. I would never have forced it, but had hoped that it could just happen, and it seemed that it was. Without much hesitation, Sarah grabbed the bottom of her nightshirt and scooted it from underneath her butt, then crossed her arms in front and pulled the shirt off.. Maybe. Nina walked towards the stairs but heard the two teenagers whisper and could hear the awe in their voices. Emily asked, “Do you think Mum was spanked?” “Don’t you?” “Yeah. Grandma’s upstairs. Do you think she did it?” “I reckon so. Has your Grandma ever spanked you Emily?” “No.” Emily added, “Not yet but she’s seen me spanked plenty of times.” Nina climbed the stairs again having such mixed feelings. Humiliation at having her daughter discuss whether she was spanked. Humiliation and. The way she dressed at school gave me no indication that Ms. Baker was hiding a pair of good sized melons."What are you doing here Jimmy?" I just live two streets over Ms. Baker, on Elm Street"We chit chatted for several minutes before she asked. "You're not looking for work are you Jimmy?" She explained how the yard work was getting ahead of her. She was willing to pay for some part time help.My classmates and I had attended Ms. Baker's husband's funeral just last summer. He had died in an.