This sight excited me enormously. I slid two fingers inside her soaked pussy and began to rub my cock with my other hand."Man, he is really beating hi... meat," I said."Oh yes, nice and hard," she replied and then adding, "it's going to be fun."But almost immediately we heard the sound of people walking down the spiral walkway. Anna came back up abruptly and sat up astride the wall, holding the dress with both hands. This was not an orthodox position, but it was very sexy indeed.After these. And then, I pulled her face for another deep kiss. She slowly started moving her hand over my bulge and meanwhile, I was busy kissing her and playing with her boobs. She tried holding my penis outside my jeans and it jerked a little. I was on cloud nine.I unbuckled my jeans and freed my zipper and my penis stood straight in all its glory stretching the underwear. She was now holding my penis outside the underwear and she was shaking up and down and my penis head is rubbing in the undies.I. But neither of us knew what kind of kiss was appropriate at that point, so it was a somewhat unsatisfying kiss. For both of us, I think.But the next day, when I went outside and saw her sitting on her front porch, I went over and sat down beside her. She looked at me and smiled - a different kind of smile than I'd ever seen on her face, somehow - and she said "Now you know what I meant that time I told you I wasn't afraid of you ... that I was afraid of me." What?" Her memory was better than. Jason was confused. Why was she upset aboutGrandma now?Grandma had been dead for at least two years. She died on afamily holiday to Majorca, and she had been buried in a beautifulhillside cemetery with little fuss. The only mourners were her friendsand fans from the cabaret bar on the seafront. The trip to Majorca hadbeen arranged as a reunion of her old friends from the supper clubs andnightspots of 70's London, when Grandma had been an up and coming youngtorch singer, calling herself Kitty.