”I looked at the strange garments. “Um, Grandpa?” I couldn’t figure out what to do with it.“This is an old tradition. Every woman wears t...e same thing to church. It’s more like a custom that’s carried on since the 1950s here in town. I’ll help you.”The ‘clothing’ looked like a pile of rope in knots to me. Grandpa expertly placed the ropes on my body and when he was done, I looked in the mirror. The ropes came from over my shoulders like suspenders, between my breasts, tied in the front. “Putta nanna kanda, ee Swarga na nanage yake thorisidhe. Eee kshana dinda ella badalayithu kano.” (Oh Putta my son why did you do this to me, in just one moment everything changed forever) she sobbed.My hands were still underneath her with a finger deep into her anus. I pulled it out eliciting a gasp and started to lick and nibble insides of her thighs, which too were wet. I guess she came a liter or more. I rose from between her legs went up to her toe and started sucking them.Then ran my. I wanted to drown that pink pussy and tongue and red lips in white cream. My attention was grabbed by Melissa who had started to climb onto the table now that there was room at the top. She hiked her skirt up to her waist; not that it had that far to go, but it allowed her to move more freely. She then waddled towards Alison on her knees. Suddenly I became enormously horny. I knew what Melissa was going to do and I loved to watch her do it. Steve was on the other side of the table to me,. She had pulled her dress up around her waist allowing me to see her pussy. "Take off your shorts and boxers Mikey. Show me your hard cock!"Raising up I pulled my shorts and boxers down, releasing my rock hard cock. The dark purple head was covered with pre cum. "You love showing your hard cock, don't you?" she asked."Yes, yes I do." I replied."Has your mom seen your cock, have you showed her your hard cock?" She asked taking me by surprise."Yes, she has many times, she even caught me jacking.