I thought she had forgotten what she said earlier, about making my dreams come true. After my shower I went to my bedroom... Imagine my surprise when ... opened the door and saw Marie in my bed.She threw back the covers and said, "Your dreams are about to cum true, Gramps!" She was naked, and pulled me down to the bed. "Marie I'm your Gramps ..... This is so wrong!" It can't be wrong if we both want it Gramps.... I'm not a c***d. Anyway, I'm on the pill and it won't be my first time."She reached. No one believes me when I tell them we are not having sex, Nope just friends that is all. My friend is in his early 60's tall and slight in build with grey hair and a worn with life face. The other night I was up late, horny, watching porn and slowly fingering my pussy when I herd a loud crash followed by hurried shuffles, then silence for some time. I listened closely my friend should be asleep? What was that noise? I opened my door and walked down the hall in the dark. As I approached my. .. apart from the obvious remnant which painfully denied her that lust.One of those women, a haughty matriarch of about fifty years old and dressed in a short black shiny plastic raincoat, flared to display her broad fishnet clad thighs and black shiny knee length boots below it in freely emphasising the vigour of her dominant sexuality, stroked Lucy’s pert flanks with her crop as she was brought close. The matriarch sighed in obvious sexual arousal, on pursing her ruby red lips as she cupped. ”“Me, too,” she admitted. She rolled onto the bed beside me and threw a leg over mine. “What about later? I might need some more relaxation then.”“Well, you just let me know, and I’ll see what I can do for you. Of course, you’ll need to make sure it’s easy for me to relax you, and you’ll have to make sure I know when you start getting nervous.”She smirked at that. “And just how do I make sure you’ll be able to relax me?”“Well, I think that bras and panties just get in the way,” I answered.