Take me to MacDonald for old times sake. You loved their Playland when you were small. I want to imagine you in there again.' Not having been there f...r much more than a decade, we didn't find Playland nor the old decor. I smiled, 'times have changed and so have we, Grandma.' She kissed me on my face and smiled also.It was sunny and warm so I took her walking along the seawall. 'Well, this part hasn't changed.' 'Except we will have to use your cane to defend ourselves if the coyotes attack us!'. She attacked with longer strokes, her grip firmer, and his knees started to buckle as he felt it beginning. She fondled his balls as they contracted up and suddenly he started to come, his juice spurted out to shower her breasts, someone else caught the next spurt and when offered she licked his sperm out of the hand, a gift of Christmas. Another spurt landed on her face and another hit her chin to drip in strings to the floor. Someone reached out to smooth in the semen on her chest. Another. And there was Sandy with a towel in her hand, the obvious culprit. She was standing there naked, grinning, while twirling her towel getting ready for another strike. Sandy was rather short but God had made up for it by giving her a well developed chest that was out of proportion with her diminutive figure. She was also the most immodest person I had ever met. She seemed to be just as comfortable without her clothes as with them and she would hang around the locker room without a stitch on and. Taking her in from behind and seeing the flawless contours on her backside -the natural flow of her drown hair; the emergence of her neck; the elegant angles and curves of her back; the slight and feminine grace in her legs; the unexpected girth and warmth in the thighs between- I was struck immobile. I had but a handful of minutes to do as I pleased with her before we would be delaying the party, but I was contented to just soak it in.Then she turned around. And I continued to breathe in the.