So I sat in another room. In my mind, I was planning how could I have sex with her. I was desperate and hoped that I fucked her today.After some time,...I went to her room and saw that she was a little disturbed. I asked her what the reason was. She told that she had a horrible pain in her back and is unable to sleep because of that. I told her to let me give her a light massage. It will make her feel better.She disagreed, and I had to convince her for the next 10 minutes. After that, she agreed.. That back of hers, she moves to speculate, must be speckled with age by now- the skin would be mottled and creased and thinned out like tissue paper. But who ever sees their own back? You never plan on it changing. There are bits of your body you carry around all your life but never really own. She supposes that if anyone owned her back, it was her late husband, as he was the only one ever to see it regularly. Even in old age she thinks of her husband at least once every day- something will. I mean, even now she's a good-looking lady for her age: about four inches shorter than me (I'm five-eight), short silver-grey hair, a relatively unlined face with a nice smile and her own teeth, a still trim figure and, I had previously noticed, a shapely pair of legs.It was Gran who eventually broke the silence. Out of the blue, she said, "You know, Luce, you're so lucky living in an age when you can be who you really are, and you can sleep with whoever you want without anyone turning a hair;. Betty watched as the young man proceeded to fuck her, bucking his hips into her pussy with relative ease. Betty mimicking the blondes position kept her fantasy in line with what she was witnessing in the movie. Indeed the young blonde would have passed for being a daughter of Bettys so Betty to spice up her imagination and fire up her horniness imagined she was the blondes mother and this was her daughters boyfriend who had called around only to be seduced by his girlfriends mother. Betty.