She loved Itilian food. We sat down and I ordered a bottle of wine and a salad. Right after the waitor left I felt it! Grandma had placed her foot on ...y dick. She began stroking my dick with her foot under the table! I was in pure heaven. "I don't want you to think Granny is crazy but I haven't been out with a man in years. For one night only I'm not your Granny, I'm your date. How does that sound?" She asked with a smile."Sounds like I'm the luckiest man here" I responded. She smiled again and. "Well, I thought while we were out tracking, we keep our eyes open forsigns that a UFO landed," Scooter put it to me.On our way out the door, I thought about it. Scooter had good eyes andit would be easier with him helping rather than letting him go off onhis own for his "jack-a-lope" hunt for "little green" men. "AlrightScooter, as long as we're out thare, it shouldn't hurt to look forMartians too."I could tell he wanted to correct me about the "Martians" but he hadgotten what he wanted so he. But you didn't live 7 years in the wasteland without gaining special skills. He pushed the thought from his mind, instead refocusing his mind on his task of sifting through the various plastic and metal refuse that littered the sand. Something particularly shiny caught his eye, and he felt for it in the sand. Whatever it was, it was large and very metal. Something perfect to trade in the next village he came by. He began digging for it in earnest, using his handy shovel to clear the sand off of. He teased me into a near-frenzy by letting me hump the barrel of his gun; then he moved it just out of reach to let me cool off some before he gave it back again. By the time we arrived, I was desperate to cum. If I had thought it would have done any good, I would have begged him for it.The car came to a stop and Jones reached back and yanked the scarf down over my eyes as a blindfold. This ended any hope I might have had of seeing where we were when they took me out of the car. I expected them.