That was a difficult thing for Angela. She was known for her sharp wit and ability to verbally spar with the best of them. Her daughter relaxed in the... embrace. She might be self-centered but she wasn’t stupid.“So, why do you want to meet her?”“Mrs. Cyning has her fingers on the pulse of America. Not the pulse in the wrist but the pulse in the neck.”“What’s the difference?”“If I squeeze your wrist hard enough and long enough to cut off the flow of blood, it will hurt and perhaps your hand would. She is a 5’4” lady with a 34/26/32 body Manisha. Her friends are Mona 36/34/36, Rita 32/28/30 and Isha 42/36/38. All of them are unsatisfied housewives and married more than 10 yrs. Their age group is between 32 and 38. All married to school time friends.They met on weekends as they had a Saturday night dinner at either one or the others places. The husbands though working with different companies were all workaholics and so their sex lives have become almost once in a month or even less. These. ‘That it?’ says Greg and invites me to get more comfy. I stand up and slip out of my dress, watching the appreciation on their faces as they see first sight of my lacy black undies, my long stockinged legs made to look longer by the heels I’ve slipped back in to.I bend forward to straighten my stocking (not that it needs it) but it gives them a good view of my tits spilling over my bra.‘Mmmm’ says Mark and he steps forward and kisses me gently on the lips. Greg sits behind me and rubs his hand. I was entranced by the concentric lines all pointing toward the center, drawing me closer and closer. There were just a couple of hairs lower and then I saw the pillowy swells of her pussy to either side of the slit and those fleshy labia lips! My cock was hard a rock all over again and when Grammy looked back and saw me staring she shook her ass for me just a little then laughed. "Oh, you are such a good inquisitive young man, to want to know all about your Grammy! You make me feel ... well.