I am Marya's grandmother, also called Marya. Please come in." She had thesame accent as Marya, but a bit thicker.I walked past her into the apartment...."I'm very pleased to meet you, Ms. -Mrs. -- excuse me, what may I call you?" Oh," she said. "Please call me Grandmother. Almost everyone does." Thank you, Grandmother," I said. Marya, _my_ Marya, had been sitting on thecouch when I came in. She walked in and gave me a friendly peck on the cheek.Not very romantic, but then, who gets romantic when. Well on thursday afternoon around closing time there was just me and jean left in the shop,and what she was about to tell me shocked me,i have a confession to make steve.whats that i said..well you know that underwear from yesterday i took it home and tried some on..instant erection and jean what did it look like well i dont like my body so did not like it,but i need a second opinion well im happy to pop round and have a look if you would like me to, as long as you dont tell the wife.oh i would. Father Leon liked to suck the cum out of me before we left which never took long. I rememberon this occasion that he sat back in his armchair and got Ray to straddle him, he then reached for some baby oil he had on the small table next to the chair, rubbed the oil between his fingers and smeared it all around Rays bum and gently fingered him. I could see Ray look over his shoulder and grin at me as Father Leon rubbed the rest of the oil onto his cock which he then started to push it into Ray. I. “How you feelin’?” he asked me as I got another bottle of water out of a cooler.“Better. It doesn’t throb anymore at least. We’re gonna head back out to the beach and hang out under the umbrella again. I don’t know where Mark is, so you wanna come with us like you said?”“Sure,” he sighed and looked at the new what’s-her-name. “You wanna play volleyball?”Her annoying giggle provided the answer as she got up to follow him out the door. I tapped the mostly closed bathroom door to signal an all.