After a few minutes he said to straighten up and face forward. As I moved, he kept his hand under my shirt.Tom rubbed my stomach slowly, then moved up... As he rubbed my chest he strummed his fingers over my nipple. Something felt weird inside me as he moved his hand across my chest. Reaching my other nipple, he did the same thing. As Tom continued to rub my chest, he moved his other hand down to my leg. As he moved his hand down the outside of my leg, he moved it to the inside and came upwards a. I ate my dinner in silence with Gran prattling away deep in the past opposite me being helped occasionally by Mum. Gran has been slowly slipping into dementia for the last five years and whilst I did feel some empathy for her, living with her for the last couple of weeks had been trying to say the least. There were tears, tantrums and a lot of the time she didn't recognise us at all and once phoned the police telling them we'd kidnapped her. I could remember her from her better days and she was. He already had his PhD in computer science. His research had been in the area of optimizing operating systems for multi-core processors. It was an area of study that had landed him a very nice job in a company that manufactured computers.There was a moment of awkward silence before he asked, “What are you studying?”“Sharks,” Betsy said.“That’s kind of an unusual subject to study for a woman from Arizona. There aren’t too many sharks around here except for the land sharks.”“I have an affinity. Nice pink aereola and gumdrop nipples. Without delay, I cradled one breast in a hand while sucking on the other breast - allthewhile returning to her pussy with the other hand. She was mine!I was content to caress, smell, taste this woman's wonderful body - but thought it was unfair. I stopped, stepped back, and began to undress. She reached for me, but I put up a hand. "Remember - it's up to me!" She didn't chuckle or smile - she just glared, watching me drop one garment at a time. I was soon.