The moment was frozen as I freaked out at my sixty year young Gran, who stood in her robe and toked my grass. Dec. Sex We got so many skeletons in the proverbial closet that . Guiding the staff to her juicy cunt she made progressive penetration getting the tip lubricated with love lotion from her pussy, then sinking slowly so that I entered the burning hole. Going directly to the water she dropped the robe and the white of her skin was even paler in the moonlight. She went on , “Oh, Yes! It was booze, my grandpa was a bootlegger. I shed my shirt and kicked off my sandals. She took the hint, bending at the waist and I crouched so that I was aiming at that place of Grace I had recently frolicked in. She would be sitting in her easy chair and I on the big footstool in front of her. I took another hit, holding it in, letting my mind wander as I pondered her final resting place. I wondered if I could get her stoned, and if the circumstances were just right . Then Granny Gracie, with unexpected strength stood and pulling me to my feet, toppled us back into the cool water to rinse the sex off. “Feeling mellow, my fine fellow?” She quipped. It was
