” Mom asked “Isn’t that expensive?” to which Grandma replied “No, they are very inexpensive. They are very sheer hose like my old garter sto...ckings and I like the feel of them but they are extra fine and I just know I would ruin them if I bothered to wash them. She continued to tell Mom that they were her “house hose” meaning that she only wore the brand at home while wearing more expensive brands to work, church and social events.I could not believe what I was hearing and I thought to myself. I unbuttoned a couple of buttons and opened her blouse to reveal her erect nipples. She didn't stop me when I leaned over and started sucking on them. She let out a moan as I moved my hand between her legs sliding them under her shorts to penetrate her wetness. I said "Wow, talking about Anthony has gotten you soaked." She played it off and said "Whatever".I knew it was time to start probing on the next time the three of us would get together for one of our little sex sessions. I could tell she. ’ Her smile showed a twinkle in her eyes, ‘So you don’t like me, huh?’ ‘Nope, I don’t.’ I said with a cheesy grin, teasing her. With a sober look, ‘That pretty well sums up my feelings, too. Thanks for being open.’ She pauses, ‘Bob, what can I do? I feel you’re doing everything for us and I want to contribute to this arrangement?’ ‘You will, I assure you, you will.’ Our coffee’s gone. ‘You want any more?’ I ask. ‘No. It’s bed time. Andrew will be awake early.’ She picked up our mugs and put. ”“Naughty slave.” I licked my tongue. “I loved being fucked by a feyhound. It's so wild, isn't it?”“Yeah,” Greta answered then gasped as I buried my face between her thighs and lapped up her tart cream along with the feyhound's salty, woody treat.The delight melted on my tongue. I purred, my ears twitching, my tail swishing. I lapped my tongue through her folds, her golden bush tickling my cheeks. The naughty girl shuddered as I feasted on her creampie, my own snatch getting so hot and.