Maybe he didn't have as much obvious 'drive' as many military officers, but I found that his quiet competence shined through.He had obviously studied ...he proposed Golf Tours concept in greater depth than anyone else I'd talked to on the subject. He explained the marketing ideas for reaching the grass-roots golfers, and how we were presently limited by room restraints to five flights a week. He said we were scheduled to reach that number within the next week or so. There were to be two flights. "That 'Jason' guy."Jason had met my grandparents a few weekends before, so his face and name were familiar. Grandpa was kind of like Dad about Jason. He was impressed that Jason was a college grad and had a good job, but he was a little unnerved by Jason's age.Of course, when Jason actually sat down with Grandpa and Dad and carried on a real conversation, a lot of Grandpa's nervousness went away. Dad told me later that Grandpa was impressed.At that meeting, though, Grandma just smiled.. When she came the sofa seemed to shake with her hips pitching up and down. She gripped my head between her thighs, as her pussy seemed to pour more juices down my chin.As the room quietened from her exultations, I looked up at her laying back in the cushions with eyes half-closed, catching her breath. When they opened, she smiled at me between her thighs, willing me to raise myself up, and kiss her.I moved my face towards her. She watched as my lips, still damp with her juices, touched hers. We. That's when the lights went out in the laundry room! The only light was from the red exit signs above the doors. Juicii stopped folding her clothes to wait for the lights to come back on. She heard some rustling, then she saw moving shadows. She felt a breeze across her back and when she turned, some one grabbed her.The next thing she knew, she was pinned against the dyer. The heat was warm on her back and just when the air in her lungs returned so she could scream, her mouth was covered as her.