We no sooner had closed the door when Nat stripped to her bra and panties. They were a matching bright yellow, contrasting nicely with her mocha boobs...bulging over the top of the bra. The bottoms were a very brief thong, barely covering her wooly pubes, with the thin band of yellow material disappearing between her ass cheeks."You like?" She asked smiling and pirouetting in front of me."Oh yes, I do Nat. I like a lot."She bent just a little at the waist pushing her mostly bare bottom towards. "I want him hard again. I've got to ride that magnificent cock of his! I'm so horny right now that I need his cock buried deep inside me! Make him stand up for your Momma!"My granddaughter did as she was told, and I felt myself hardening again in her mouth. Fancy must have learned her mother's technique, because the rolling of her tongue around the rim of my purple helmet had me standing tall and proud in mere moments. It was only when she thought I was ready for her mother that she rolled off. I fumbled for my Raybans and tried to look as inconspicuous as I could on as I passed the market stallholders. Turning back on to Wardour Street I finally plucked up the courage to look at my hand. There in 'black on white' was a PHONE NUMBER.The afternoon was a write-off. I complained of an upset stomach and sat for ages in the loo just staring at the back of the cubicle door. I left early and fled home.On the train I found myself pressing the back of my hand against my mouth. I thought I can. "I don't know about you young people but this old stick is ready for bed." You're not an old stick," said Court indignantly. "I wouldn't even say you're middle aged."Jean kissed him. "Good night, Court. You're a flatterer but I enjoy it. Good night, darling." She kissed Libby. "Sleep well, both of you." I love your mum," said Court softly. "She's a sweet, gentle person." She can also be as tough as old boots." That's not necessarily a bad thing when it's needed." When Daddy died I knew she was.