” Alison announced and to his sheer amazement and shock, she leaned over, pulled back the sheets to suck on his cock. “What are you doing, sweetie...” he didn’t know what to do, so he just watched.“Poor Grandma. You haven’t had a woman around to take care of your sexual needs,” Alison replied knowingly, glancing up from his hairy belly. “I want to show you how much I can help you.” “Where did you learn it?” he demanded barely able to take his eyes off his not too pretty grand daughter. Her hand. ” She smiled back, but then a look of sudden bashfulness came over her and she glanced back down at his spattered belly and cock. “At least I never was before. Before I met you, I mean.”He kept watching her face. She glanced up long enough to catch him, then looked down again, embarrassed. But she didn’t seem embarrassed by his watching her play with his cum. It was more like she was embarrassed over being herself, as if she weren’t used to being caught being herself.“I’m definitely not. There was something strange about the place. I can't describe it, other than to say that I felt like a million bucks. If it wasn't for my aching butt, and thighs, I would have felt like superman!The place was a mess, but it was mostly dust. I saw right away that I was going to be uncomfortable that night. There were two beds that were barely big enough for one person, and the floor didn't look too soft. It took us less than two hours to get the place presentable and air it out. We hung the. He shot a lovely big load up my cunt, and made me cum at the same time, I couldn't believe how easy it was for Peter to make me cum, compared to my husband, he got me on the back seat of the car after that, my legs dangling out, and gave me another lovely load, the funny thing about him is, he wasn't really into blow jobs, he loved sucking me tho, he would rather rub his cock between my tits, or on my nipples, to get rid of any little drops of cum that might be still on his cock, I once asked.