Her bra, a heavy-duty construct that had a hard time supporting her 42DDs followed the frilly white blouse. While my mouth latched onto one nipple, th... other nipple was enjoying the ministrations of my left hand, and the right was dealing with the button and zipper on her skirt.She was wearing pantyhose and granny nickers or bloomers, I was a bit surprised at this, eventually my assault on her senses slowed down enough that she said, "I was going to suggest my assistant do this particular. Tomorrow morning!" That we made love?"His question was the right one, technically, but the way he asked it was more like he was making a pun and expected her to praise him for his cleverness. He wasn't cooperating. And she was worried. She rolled away from him, her frustration building."Sometimes you can be an asshole," she grumbled. "You know what I mean. This is serious." It is," he agreed, all traces of levity gone from his voice. "I know that." Then act like it!" she said, rolling back. She was nervous, and it seemed like she was about to explode. I put my hands onto hers, and rubbed them on my tits."Do you like that, Riley?" I wondered.Her mouth was wide open, and then she began to drool. I never got a much younger woman to drool, and that was very meaningful to me. Whether or not we knew where this was going exactly, in that moment, it was just us together."Kiss me, Riley. Kiss me the way your mom does, now," I commanded her.She leaned right over to me, and gave me a big. Oh, uh, yeah sure Tessa, I’m ready. With a very red face, Warren put his truck in gear and headed out. Seven uneventful hours later, with one stop for gas and another to get a bite to eat, they pulled into the lodge, and Warren went inside to get the key for their isolated lake side cabin. Grandpa came out with the key with a slight frown on his face. Did you get the key grandpa? Sighing, her grandfather just nodded. Yes sweetie, I got the key. The lodge overbooked so we got.