Grandpa had tried to brew his own beer in the cellar but had only succeeded in blowing up the cellar one night and waking all the neighbors. Grammy sa...d bootleggers were less dangerous than grandpa. When grandpa suggested he could safely switch to making wine Grammy suggested he find a new house in which to do it. So that's how Grammy had been and in my memory of her she had always been. Everyone loved Grammy. A lot of k**s who were of course not related to her called her Grammy. She was just. I could feel that her throat went dry as she kept looking at it.She asked, “This stands like this always?” I said, “No sometimes only.” She asked me, “When?” and she started to feel it with her 2 soft fingers. Her touch made me mad. I was too excited and could not speak. She asked me again, “Tell me Vinay, don’t feel shy.” I said, “When you touch.”She said, “Stupid Vinay, actually this stands only when you want to do sex. Now tell me, do you like when I touch you here?” She firmly held my dick. ."Within moments, you both can feel it in the subtleties of the interaction: she is a man submitting to being a woman for the sake of love and habit and fond memory. You are a woman asserting a maleness no longer yours by rote, and it shows: your approach is too overt, too brusque for the sensitivity of the changed viewpoints. The old learned finesse is gone, along with the easy familiarity on which it was based."Let's..."The clash is communicated by flickers of expression in a glance: you two. Then slowly, carefully I unbutton his pants and ease them down around his hips, and pull them slowly down his legs and off. While I’m doing this, she is slowly running her crop up and down along his chest, and when I finally get his underwear off and he is completely naked, she runs the crop lightly along his hardening cock and then smacks him lightly on the thigh. She bends over his body and I just watch for a moment as she uses her leather gloved hand to play with his dick, and teases the.