Mangala was 5 ft height back then, weighing around 35 kg to 40 kg. I was lifting our son and making him round in the air keeping my hands below his ar...s, his legs rotating around in the air. Mangala came to me and asked me to play with her too the same way as she wanted to be a small kid again.I took Mangala near me, face to face and kept my hands below her arms to lift into the air. When Mangals’s foot was lifted into the air, her chest touched my chest tightly as she hold my shoulders for. I kissed Ed a little 'I love you' kiss as we climbed apart from each other and I met Gramma as she was walking up to her door."How was dinner?" Gramma asked."Let's get inside and I'll tell you," I said.Gramma's used to me being happy. I think she sees it as an indication of the positives that arise from the relationship between me and Ed. I'm not one of the lovesick, morose, estrogen-addled teen girls. I see some of THOSE at school. Gramma and I have talked about it."You sound excited." I am,". I told her that every once in a while I did. She said that maybe with a little marketing I might be able to sell more and that if I wanted, she'd help frame, mat, and market them. I was thrilled.We sat talking for at least another hour until I got tired of looking at the dirty dishes and got up to take care of them. To my surprise and delight both girls blocked me from the sink and took care of the mess. When they finished, they went back to working on their project as I sat in the living room. Her mother's hand fell on my rump. She caressed me, cupping my butt-cheek. She squeezed me. Then her naughty fingers dipped into my crack. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as her fingers slid down and found my asshole.“Mrs. Alberts!” I moaned as the finger caressed my sphincter, tracing around my anal ring.The MILF purred around her daughter's clit.I gasped into Tonya's pussy as her mother thrust her fingers into my rear. I groaned as two digits pressed into my asshole. My anal ring stretched.