” I muttered, shaking my head. “I can’t believe it ...”“Believe it, Robert,” my grandmother crooned. Then, seemingly a little unsure in he...self now she’d sprung her surprise, she said, “Do you like me dressed like this for you? Do you like your gran dressed up for her lovely grandson?”“Yes,” I hissed. “Shit, yes! You’re fantastic. I ...” I swallowed heavily as I continued to drink in the image of my grandmother in a pink corset, pink is her thing, dark stockings and those incredible shoes; I. I found it beautiful and dramatic. My favorite part is the Saturday Night Waltz.”Tara seemed to perk up when I mentioned my former girlfriend. Maybe she's gay. Gay people are not uncommon in the arts. Sometimes I think we are drawn to art as a way to express our inner selves. “That's sort of my high moment,” she said. “I'm dancing the Cowgirl, the tomboy who is boy crazy. She thinks being like a boy will bring her closer to the boys she craves, particularly the Champion Roper. And of course,. She was going crazy & I just loved those sounds she was making. I lifted her sari and gave her a nice tongue fuck and I was amazed that she had come prepared with a nice clean shave and that aroma was something mesmerizing, after an extended tongue she orgasmed heavy with the juices running into my mouth.She was so high without asking she took my manhood and started blowing it away and friends that were unbelievable. My dream lady was blowing me away and I was pushing her head with my hands and. I smiled and began to lift my shirt slowly over my head. I then reached around my back to unclasp my bra. “No, I will do it if you’d like.” I nodded to Max as he came, pressed himself up to my chest, and unclasped my bra. He gently removed the lacy clothing item, and stepped back, lost of breath. I never found my C cup breasts to be beautiful, but he clearly did. He smiled and began to unbutton his pants. Once they were off, tore off his underwear. His cock fell out, hard and big, at least five.