And who are you, anyway?” Emilia asked me now.“My best friends call me ‘Frank,’ but you can call me, ‘Uncle Frank,’ okay? Just like my nie...e, who requested your presence, you see,” I smiled as I gave those instructions to the Game of Thrones actress.“Oh, okay, so it’s for your niece. How sweet! But you’re a Yank, judging by your accent. You have a British niece?” Emilia seemed loathe to hang up with me for some reason, getting rather chummy.“That I do, ma’am. That I do. Until then, best wishes. What was with my grandmother? My grandmother then released my soaken wet cock from her mouth and started to kiss me deeply. I then layed her onto her back and in a matter of moments we were both naked and I was eating my grandmothers sweet pussy right there. She tasted delicious and she didn't seem to fight at all this time like she always did before. As I ate away at my grandmother and she started to moan loud and shake as she started cumming in a matter of minutes I glanced over and saw Mark. I saw him secretly looking, and trying to be discreet, but I noticed him grabbing his dick. Like the freaky little bitch I am, I walked over to him and took off my towel, turned around and showed him my whole body, I made sure he saw my fat ass. At first he was very hesitant and nervous about getting caught, but I reassured him that I wanted it and it would be our little secret. He said he loved my ass and wanted me to keep this our secret. He took control and grabbed my hand, placed it on his. " Then I'll fly out Friday and try and get there about eight or nine p.m."Great! I'll meet you at the airport and then we might have a late dinner." It's a date. Sleep well my darling."The next day I outlined my plans to my general manager and we sketched out the job description for a sales and marketing manager. Then we selected a head-hunter to find the right person to fill the job.The small crate with the painting arrived mid-afternoon and I could not resist unpacking it. I sat it on a small.