I hadn’t noticed, but I was hard as a rock and my erection poked her belly as we embraced. “My, my, what do we have here?” Grandma grinned, taki...g a step back and staring at the tent in my pants. “Oh, sorry Grandma,” I blushed, sending both hands to cover my bulge.“Is that because of me?” she asked, looking down at her own body and running her hands across her breasts. “You naught little boy, did you get hard thinking about your own grandma?”“Uh.. um.. it’s just that.. well, you’re not wearing. He’s an adult and should be able to look after himself,’ his mother said firmly. ‘I just hope he … grows up someday soon. He’s like a spoiled kid, and he’s a heartache for your father and me. Tom accepted a glass a wine from his mother a few minutes later, beginning to relax and breathe again. Unlike his meeting with Vinnie earlier that day, this had been much easier. His parents knew and didn’t hide from the truth. Tom wondered if he could find out what Vinnie might be up to that had changed. " "Aw, come'on babe, it isn't that bad." I hesitated but took his word for it and pushed him to the couch, and ferociously tore off my clothes, and he did the same thing. I couldn't take it any longer. His teases, the look in his eyes; I must sit on that fucking fat cock! I straddled him on the couch and gently teased his dick with my pussy. The outside was so wet and so taunting. He bit his lip, groaning, and shifting in his seat a little. "Gah, damn! just sit on it!" He took my shoulders. Isn’t it time you found out what Nuns wear beneath their habits? Maybe they wear sports bras and granny panties. Maybe they wear sexy underwear. Maybe they’re naked underneath their habits. Imagine having hot sex with your college French teacher, Miss Rene Simone. In the way she shaped her red, full lips to emit those guttural sounds that she makes for the correct pronunciation of those impossible to pronounce French words, you always wanted to ejaculate in her mouth. You always wanted to.