Spreading the blanket, she knelt upon it and reached for my belt. As she released the buckle, I toed off my shoes, and pitched my shirt onto the pile ...f clothing she had deposited next to the blanket.My hardon quivered as she grasped me and guided my spongy head into her mouth. Her tongue swabbed my cockhead as she drew me deeper in towards her throat, and she again began to moan. Drawing me from her mouth, dripping her saliva, she began to talk to my dick again. "Yes, this is what I've been. "Are you?" I jokingly asked. She burst out laughing which caused her breasts to shift beneath her blouse. "I feel as if I am sometimes. After your grandfather passed away I didn't get laid as often as I used to. Who would want an old woman like me." The last comment seemed sad and rather uncharacteristic of Gramma Grace. I looked at her and saw a remarkably beautiful woman. Shit, I'm getting a hard on again. Instead of fighting it I just let it happen. When she glanced up and noticed this. I’ve spent a few weeks ordering harnesses and straps, gags, nipple clamps, lube, different size dildos. What is it they say, better to do and ask forgiveness, then to ask and be told no.”After the soup was finished the set it aside and unlocked the cage on my cock, it instantly hardened. I could hear a groan from her as my cock moved further up my stomach. She pushed off her robe and straddled my waist. I watched as she reached down and eased my cock into her dripping pussy.“Oh baby, your cock. I once again took the spongy head of her cock between my lips, the sticky, familiar taste of your sweet pussy covering the shaft. She began to pump her cock slowly into my mouth, my position was such that she easily slid into my throat, leaving a sugary trail on my tongue. She moved her cock in and out of my mouth, slowly. Each time she withdrew, a new drop of clear cream found it’s way to the tip. I worked my tongue over the head before licking the bulging shaft, the rigid shaft in sharp.