Taking a moment to reflect on the situation, she had to admit it wasn’t that bad. As she went along with Cassie’s prompting, Reema found there was... actually something thrilling about being in the zone between inhibition and total ‘drunkness’. ‘I got this big book of the complete works of Oscar Wilde and I’m trying to work my way through it,’ she said, continuing to say that rereading The Importance of Being Earnest made her greatly appreciate her first time reading it. She raised her glass to. ‘Drive carefully.’ ‘We will,’ Tiffany said as she hugged the stranger. ‘And thanks for your help – where is this place by the way?’ ‘Beckbury,’ Mark answered as Tiffany got into the car. The engine fired up and he watched them as they drove away. ‘Okay, Abbie, you can come out now.’ The figure sloped out of one of the corners of the garage and stepped into view. Mark turned around and looked at the woman dressed in a pair of jeans and a form-fitting black tee-shirt. Her brown hair was tied back. "But I'm your grandmother," she said with the last of her defensiveness. Her tone hinted she didn't want him to take the protest too seriously. She wanted cock. Tessie was one of those women who get hornier when they go through menopause. Her clit would stiffen on the street as she saw handsome young men walk by, and the feeling of her grandson's hands pressing her breasts had the little button good and hard now. Though she no longer menstruated, her pussy still got plenty wet when she was. But there was something much better than that, as she bent over I could clearly see her skimpy little pink knickers. Something deep inside of me had come to the surface and I rather liked the feeling. I quickly realised that behind the safety of the locked garage door I could do whatever I wanted safe in the knowledge that no one could see me but I could see them. The opportunities for me to behave like a dirty little whore were almost endless. The postman, who always arrived about the same.