Friday came and I told a friend that I had a business meeting in L.A. and asked him for a ride. I didn’t want to take my own car just in case I trie... to chicken out. About fifteen minutes after I was dropped off, a low rider car pulled into the parking lot and parked. I saw that the driver was the man I was there to meet, and my heart was pounding. I was feeling scared and I began to wonder if that meeting was a good idea. There were three men in the car and all of them got out and walked. They were huge and very different from my grilfriends'. They were remarkably big, much bigger than all tits I had touched so far, but they were also kind of wobbly and saggy. I loved to wobble them with my hands, bury my face between them and inhale grandma's hot scent. It just got me more excited. So, changing between caressing her breasts and kissing her, I got myself to climax in a slower way. Enjoying every second of it. And when granny felt that I was going for the final stretch, she. “That’s because she’s horny as hell,” Mom replied. “Hersex life stinks. Paul (her husband) would never suspectanything because Carol’s told him I’m alone and lonely.He doesn’t know what’s going on with me. He’d never thinkCarol capable of what she’s going to do on Saturday.”I was annoyed at being left out but had to accept it. Sothat weekend I had to stay away and my Mom made me swearI would not use my key to spy on her. I. All I could do was grin. She was home free.Smart girl, she was driving off with no headlights on! The complex was lit well enough, a person could see without lights, but driving at night, sometimes people can’t see you – either. That was my only concern now, as I continued to mosey along, like I owned this joint. Two minutes later I was pulling out left on Windward Street, then sitting at a stoplight with my left turn signal blinking. Nobody running down the street, shrieking...behind me. That.