This whole thing felt too weird to me and I was having difficulty with. But it was like she could read my mind because at that moment she said to me i...n the softest and sexiest voice, "Don't think of me as your grandmother. Think of me as Rita." But you are Rita," I replied a bit confused."Yes I am. And you're with Rita right now, you know what I mean?"She smiled at me and then I realized what she was saying and as I saw her as Rita I began massaging her pussy again. She gently lifted her pussy. I open my eyes for an instant and see her sleeping calmly. The chills have vanished. Some time later I am awakened by Sandy's movements. At first, it seem she is snuggling with me – then I realize it's something else. She's pressed firmly within my embrace, her subtle motions keeping rhythm. I quietly turn my head and look at her through half-closed eyes. Her eyes are closed, but she isn't asleep – her breathing is shallow and steady and her mouth is open. I carefully turn my head further and. “You have fun.” She waved and pushed through the door back to the front, leaving me there, excited, in a room full of horny lesbians. I went to the bar for a drink. Beside me was dark-haired woman in slacks and a shirt. I judged her late 20s, nicely rounded body, wide face. Neither ugly nor beautiful. The bartender came over with a drink. She was totally cute in black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. “Your drink, ma’am.” The bartender smiled and handed what looked like a martini to. "I have to go out for some errands but I'll be back later to celebrate of course! Do you have plans with your friends for today?" She asked."Not until later mom. They were hoping I could go hang out with them after dinner," I looked at her hopefully."Of course you can hun! That sounds so nice. Enjoy breakfast, I'll be back in a couple of hours!"Mom was a great cook, but she didn't usually eat breakfast with us. She would have some sort of juice or smoothie concoction even if she made pancakes,.