" Why? What will happen?" he asked."I won't say. Just enjoy the moment," she said."Ok, I will," said Paul."So, this is it. Even now, your girlhood is ...starting to awake, ready tobe explored. You won't feel it happen, but when you awake, you'll becomplete," she smiled. "And to think, you, or is that me, never wantedthis in the first place. Now you can't bear to be a boy. A lot haschanged and there is more to come."She started playing with his hair, to which he didn't object. Hestarted to stroke. I noticed a lot of pictures of exotic locations from all over the world, and several framed covers of "National Geographic" framed the walls. Obviously, Gabe's mom was a photographer. I found a picture of Gabe, his mom, and his dad. Gabe couldn't have been more than two or three old when the picture was taken. I saw a framed degree in what appeared to be a library, an actual library in someone's house! If you lived in Ridgemont, you might understand my excitement a little more. Apparently Dr.. She let out a gasp and started wiggling her ass trying to get my fingers deeper.I heard her whisper... "Don't forget my ass..." She leaned over and put her hands on ther glass.This was too good to be true. I couldn't believe it was happening. I continued to play with her perfrect, perky tits and moved my fingers from her tight pussy to her even tighter ass. She squeeked for a second as I pushed them in. I saw someone at the front of the train look back at us and then turn and ignore us. Within the next weeks my view on my granny changed. She gradually moved from being my grandma to being a women I was hard for. Being the object of my sexual desire. But I had no clue how to hit on her. But then I had the grand idea: I began lurking around at that one bar I once saw her. I checked in there every Friday. Not for the whole evening, just for one drink. And then one day, she was there. Granny was sitting at the bar. Alone. Dressed up to impress. She looked hot as hell.My knees began.