I sat down and pushed my cock down so I could pee without covering the floor. I looked around. That’s odd, I thought – no shaving kit or toothbrus.... There were shampoos and hair gels, make up and perfume, cotton wool balls and nail files. What on earth had happened? I finished my piss, wiped the last drip off with some toilet paper, flushed to toilet and washed my hands in the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror over the sink. Yes it was me, and I seemed to be awake and not in some very real. My gran opened the door to me and invited me in, “what do we owe the pleasure of” she said smiling, “I thought that I would come around and see you, I have not been here for some time and I thought you might want to see me” “ho, come here” she took me in her arms and kissed me on the check, I was tingling all over, “let’s take a look at you” she looked at me and then I noticed that mole I had seen just in the picture, the one just on the side of her neck, it was her and my heart raced, “I am. It was nicely trimmed and was wet. I slowly guided one finger over her pussy, aunty spread her legs to welcome my finger inside.I teased her by rubbing the outer part of her pussy and making her more wet. Then I slowly guided one finger inside her, it was so wet and slippery inside. she let out a gasp as I went deeper exploring her pussy.It was so warm inside, I pushed my finger till the end and touched the pussy wall and then slowly removed my finger. Now I entered again and this time, with. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a top like that,” I told her.“Look, I don’t feel sexy right now, my tits get in the way, and why should I bother anyway? You don’t love me!”It wasn’t the reply that mattered or what she said. I half expected that, but it was the tone in her voice.“Where did that come from?” I countered.“Well, you never tell me you love me. Sorry, that’s unfair, you do tell me you love me when you want a blow-job, or sex, or chocolate bars and bananas from the supermarket.”“That’s.