The only way I could do that was catch Pat alone. Fortunately I had a way I could do that. Pat was a mid-level manager in a company we did business wi...h and I called on them occasionally. When I did I usually swung by Pat's office and offered to take her to lunch. I hated to do it to her, but she needed to know what kind of an asshole she was married to and she needed to know about his plan to screw over her.I hit Milford Manufacturing at 11:15 and talked to Marv, the purchasing agent, and then. The cane whooshed downwards as Mrs Denver aimed for the tops of Nikki’s thighs. The cane bit in to Nikki’s firm thighs and she yelped, her head jerking upwards again. Mrs Denver half expected Nikki to let go of the desk but was happy to see the 23-year-old retained her hold. She had been taken to the edge but had managed to retain her control. Nikki was crying freely as Mrs Denver ran her hand over her hot wealed bottom. Nikki found the action soothing and even though she kept on crying she. Aunt Pat drove me to her sister's home 3 hours north of Lansing, Michigan. I could only imagine what tasks my Grandma Louise would have in store for me that hot summer day."s*s, You are right, I will have fun with him." my grandma remarked with a wink. I thought what the hell did i get myself into anyways?Grandma Louise was 6'2" and 340 pounds. She had medium, curly lucille ball red head that looked awesome on her. Being 62 she looked like she cold pass for 39 or 40. Her face literally only had. Again I placed my feet on her calves, feeling the soft touch of skin on skin and began to wobble her calves in the motion that I now knew was giving her pleasure of some kind. Although the bathrobe covered her bottom, and disguised its outlook slightly, it was clear that Mum was enjoying a greater closeness due to the bare skin. It didn't take long before her hand crept down to slide under the robe and begin manipulating her pussy, she sighed softly as she did so. This time I moved my legs.