I’d found myself avoiding her so that I wouldn’t get my head bitten off over stuff like a few soapsuds. I found all this pretty depress...ing. It was the first time in my life I’d ever had to deal with real depression. You know, what doctors might refer to as “clinical depression”. Not that I was certain what that means, but it was like something was eating at me. I felt angry with her, with myself, I thought I must be some kind of a loser, I wanted to. B. bastard, & being that because of how he himself would not only be making like that being of 'the-midnight-cowboy' upon that being of the prowl during that being of the night, or the late evening hours throughout the building here where I myself am a resident, or tenant thereof, but then at times I myself being of that of my person would notice him coming into the building via that being of the backdoor, & like say, or how you say like practically if not possibly anytime that that being of. I looked at granny as she did a couple of things getting ready for bed, she was still naked. Her pert little tits and neatly trimmed dark bush. Then she caught me staring at her. "So you are thinking about what I said are you?' granny quizzed. Granny sat on my bed and leaned over and kissed me, her hand going to my hard cock. My hand went to her pussy which was now open and very wet. Next thing I know we are all over each other like we are in heat. I bury my face in granny's cunt, her sweet. He said, stroking her hair. She bit her lip, but had no tears left. He reached his hand down, squeezing her ass, as he held her in his lap. Lucky you, I cant go anymore tonight. But you are going to pose for a few photos for me, love. He said, sitting her on the bed. He knew she was really too small to fight him. He reached under the bed where his boxes of toys and cameras were hidden, and pulled out a digital camera. He had always enjoyed keeping mementos of his victims. Lay down and touch.