It meant that he was being candid. “You think my ass is still hot?”“It was what attracted me to you twelve years ago. I spotted your ass before ... saw your pretty face. I noticed you on campus from about thirty feet away. You were wearing yellow shorts and I swore to myself I was going to find a way to get my hands on that butt.”Beth laughed again. “It didn’t take you long once you met me. I wasn’t exactly difficult to get in bed.”“You weren’t easy, either.”“So, when did you lose interest in my. Then she remembered where she was and looked over at Bobby, still fast asleep on his back with only his shirt on; it looked like he hadn't changed position all night long. As her eyes drifted down she right away took in the sight of his penis which was now rock hard, the head extending all the way up past his navel. Must be one of those early morning piss hard-ons, she thought. God, was he big. Norma thought that never in her life had she seen such a large cock as her son's. She rolled slowly. “But I’m no good at it. I’ll just turn you off.” “All the more reason for you to try hard,” I grinned, squeezing his tool with both hands. “Go on,” I urged. “I’m getting bored and I might give up and swim back to the beach.” “Right … Hang on … OK … I’m on a surfboard … we’re both on it,” he began quickly. “And we’re fucking …” “Stop!” I interrupted. “You can’t start fucking me right at the beginning of the story. I’m a lady,” I grinned, batting my eyelashes. “I need to be wooed.” “OK. How’s. No amount of yelling or avoidance was going to change that. But one morning it dawned on me that my grandpa was now all alone within his house deep in the woods. My cousins, aunts, uncles, and even my own mother had forgotten him -- caught up in their own selfish sorrow and loathing that they had abandoned all appreciation for the life he still lived. And with this realization I decided it best to visit him.To say the least, he was quite overjoyed by my thinking of him. Together we sat at the.