The date. Jesus. That turned into a mixed bag. I can't remember ever having such a good time, but it was all fake. Or at least the romantic part was f...ke. Sadly, it wasn't so fake for me. Something changed that night, and I realized I was deeply in love with Anna. Hell, I was deeply in love with Ann for that matter. I don't remember ever being so hung up on a woman before. And between the kiss on my hand, and the hug, I didn't know what I was going to do the next time I saw her. I assume, she. “Nothing else for it, I suppose.”After peeling the stockings off, my grandmother unhooked the stays on her corset and let it drop to the carpet. Naked, her buttocks jiggling, she lifted her towelling robe off the hook on the back of the bedroom door. Finally, her modesty restored, gran, looking just like a normal grandmother, no longer a ravishing sex goddess, cast me a sorrowful look and left me alone in her bed.I sighed and began to dress, wondering what the hell I would be doing at the same. I cannot say it was actually pretty, but I was definitely attracted to its unique look. I wanted to study it further. I wanted to understand how it worked. I wanted to touch it and play with it. There were many things I wanted to do with this new toy. Don stepped towards me, and started to climb between my legs, I suddenly realized that he wanted to enter me with his massive penis. He wanted to fuck me! I could not allow that to happen. Not only was that thing far too large to fit inside me,. My already bruising arm wished it was one of those slow closing ones. I leant against the wall and took a long drag on the cigarette, it was better than a million sessions with Paul, less healthy though. V Lucy Clarke We were laid in bed together, half naked and half conscious, he had his right arm wrapped around me, my head was resting on his chest, rising and falling in time with his breathing or legs knitted together so that you could barely tell where I stopped and he began. He had a book.