There was something about her that made her so much different than the girls he was used to dating. She was more down to earth, but it was something m...re than that. Sure she was beautiful, but he’d dated beautiful women. There was just something about her that made her so much more interesting to him than the fake women he was used to. He’d never in his life wanted a woman so much, that was for sure. He’d sure as hell never denied himself a woman he wanted. It was wrecking hell on his system.. To tell you the truth, I had thought about my Grandma many times during masturbation. My grandmother did have love handles and some fat where she didn’t want, but her breasts made up for any physical imperfection. She had by far the largest breasts in the family, double D’s if I remember correctly; I know because I had helped do her laundry once. Although they sagged due to their large size, Grandma had kept them almost perky with wearing thick supportive bras. I couldn’t help but stay a little. Next day when I was coming down( I stay on second floor) from my building someone suddenly opened the door . As the stairs are congested I was stuck there. I couldn’t see anyone I just shouted to close the door. Then I couldn’t believe my eyes and my luck. That girl was standing at the door in blue shorts and yellow tees. She looked surprised as well. We greeted each other and told each other our names. She invited me in the griha pravesh function. I told her if I got time I will come as I had. I am torn between trying to find the road and lighting a flare or waiting until the snow lets up a bit. What is your opinion?’ ‘I think we should stay put. We spun at least once on the way down here. Other than up hill I have no idea which way the road is. If the ground slopes down from the road and slopes up or down in the direction parallel to the road either of us could get lost. At the rate that the snow is falling a person’s footprints would be filled in quickly. I don’t think it would be.