You sense that I want more, and you are so right. I look up into your beautiful green eyes and they are smiling down on me. I reach up and I pull you ...nto a long deep kiss as our naked bodies melts together in a burning hot lust. We never break our kiss as I feel you lower me down onto the blanket. As I sit here writing this letter I could feel your hard body on top of me. Oh grandpa I can feel your strong hands as they cascade down my body, until you fine my freshly shaved pussy.I open my eyes. ‘Good. Then continue to clothe me, slave, and when you do, make sure that you rub every part of my body that is sensitive, except for my genitalia – to see if you are competent enough.’ She smirks as she uses her talons to rip apart the underwear. ‘And you can start by putting on my boxers.’ I gulp and, not wanting to disappoint her, fetch another pair of boxers and sew new padding into the back for her protection. I get her to put her feet in, pull the boxers up to her knees, and get her tail. Feeling an impulse too compelling to resist, I placed a tender kiss on her mouth. She kissed me back. As a test, I playfully teased her lower lip with my tongue. She accepted it eagerly, sucking it just like she had my nipples a few hours ago ... then her own tongue timidly responded, toying with mine until we were kissing passionately.I held her tightly, moving our bodies so that our pussies pressed together while we kissed. She twined her arms around me, hugging me to her. I could feel her. I'd only lasted a week before I was off sticking the old boy wherever I could. The reality that I'd just had the best sex I'd ever had was not far in the back of my mind. I'm not sure if it was the weed, the booze, my lack of sleep or the good old Catholic guilt but I started to cry. I was a howling mess. The funny thing was though once I stopped crying and composed myself I didn't feel a quarter as guilty as I had. Actually I started to feel amazingly horny. I was so tired though I just.