She asked: "Can I call you hunny and I would like you to call me hunny too". She then put her arm on the back of the couch and asked me: "I know I am ...our grandmother, but can I kiss you hunny?" She leaned over me and planted a nice kiss on my cheek, then my lips. I liked it and I put my arm around her neck and gave her a kiss back. She then said: "Hunny, I know you're only thirteen but I would like for us to love each other, but in a different way." I kind of knew what she might be getting at.. I want to help clean them by sucking the cum out of them." Really?!? Why you little slut!" Faking surprise, she chuckled outloud. "So, you want to taste my lover's cum?" You know what?" she queried. "By saying that, you are telling me thatyou are not only a panty-wearing sissy but that you are a little faggotas well?" Right? That is what you are telling me, isn't it?" No! I am not a fag!" I protested."No?!?" She stepped closer to me and leaned over until I could feel herwarm breath on my. " Oh shit. I must have shown the look on my face because she responded very kindly with the words I wanted her to say. "But I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to." She took a step closer to me so that my pants tent was actually being pushed up by her body. I shuddered slightly in pleasure. "John, I just want to know how you feel about me. I have noticed you staring at me alot recently and I want to know why."Shit. I didn't want to tell her that I thought she was one of the most. No… I don’t want a drink,’ I became frustrated, not with him but with the situation. I heard him walk around to one of the chairs and sit down in front of the fire, his gaze still burning on my back. ‘Perhaps some music then?’ I could tell he was beginning to tease me now, playing on my awkwardness and inability to convey my feelings. I sighed. ‘I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have come tonight,’ my voice expressed my inner-turmoil. ‘But you did, and you are here tonight,’ his tone was.