Granny Jane wasn’t really anyone’s granny; in fact, she wasn’t even married. She started getting the nickname 'Granny Jane' when she was in her ...thirties, it was a term of endearment, and everyone loved her. For years she had watched the children grow and was often the one to call if anyone in the neighbourhood needed a last minute babysitter. 'Just take them to Granny Jane's,' they would say, 'she would look after them,' and she did. When she moved to the neighbourhood in her late twenties it. I been married, off an' on, near twenty years. I knows." Twenty years?" Robert said, tucking in his shirt tail. "How long have you been free?" Since, lemme think now, since eighteen and forty-fi', no suh, January forty-six it was, long time now." He shook his head, seemingly surprised by that fact. "'Fore that I was in some, what they call broad marriages, but since I got my 'mission paper, since I been free, I'se only had two wifes. Fust one died of a fever, poor thing, rest in peace." He got. I arrived and knocked on the front door. My friends mother, Andrea, average height, brunette with a set of perky c-cup breasts answered the door in a bath towel. "Oh Jason! Long time no see, how have you been?" I stood there admiring her gorgeous legs, long and tanned and looked up startled, "Oh good thanks, yourself?" "I'm just fine, come on in." I stepped in and smelt her perfume as I brushed past her. "Andrew is just in the shower getting ready, make yourself at home," and with that she. And, I would do it all again, right now, if you wanted to.” I looked at her body, red from being flogged, which matched her red hair, I said, “I’m sorry Val, I lost control a bit. But it felt so nice, your body on the bed, was just so amazing; you were so… so...” I couldn’t find the words. But just thinking about how she looked sent tingles to my cock. I could not believe it, but I felt fairly hard; not rock hard, but it wouldn’t take much to get me there. Val noticed this, and she placed her.