I started poking her and rubbing my dick up and down her crack.After an hour or so she lay on her back facing the sky in the moonlight I could clearly... see her thin pokey nipples through her nighty. I slowly placed my hand on her tummy and was in a dilemma whether to go down to the honey-secreting place or the small round boobies as I was thinking she held my hand placed it on her pussy.Whoa, I literally had an orgasm at that time.I could feel the bones in her pussy as she was skinny it was kind. Her slightly curly black hair was halfway pulled back, and the rest fell around her face like a dark veil. As I came up behind her and slipped my hands around her waist I could feel her heat and a sheen of sweat on her skin. I let my hand slip lower and to discover that her juices were leaking out of her delicious shaved pussy and were forming a wet spot on her short dress. We swung our hips to the beat of the music, and as I began rubbing my hands over her firm tanned thighs she moaned and. Slowly my hand left her neck and rested on her belly.i played with her belly and button from above the dress and slowly i gave a very gentle touch to her breast from below.she shivered and tried to restrain me but she didn’t stop me as she dint want to lose the challenge.slowly i took control of the whole right breast over the dress.after some time as i continued to explore her right breast she started to give soft mourns of pleasure and propelled to touch her left breast also.slowly i desired. .." I call bullshit!" my granddaughter cried. "9/11 happened on September 11th; that's why they call it 9/11!" Shelly's eyes mocked me in triumph. She knew she had caught me.This was a game we often played. She would challenge me over something I would spout as truth. If she thought I might be wrong, she would research the subject on the Internet and, more often than not, tell me I was full of it. I have begun to use my storytelling as a learning tool for Shelly. She has become very good at.