The store we chose was a good few miles from where we lived so that we could enjoy each others company without having to keep looking to see if anyone... knew us, the guy in the store was very helpful and showed us as many bags, pipes and nozzles we wanted to look at and asked us 'Who is the stuff for?' and Carol said 'It's for me' and the guy didn't bat an eyelid and just asked 'What size of nozzle would you like' and Carol bent over, with her back to the guy to pick up her bag and piped up 'The. ”“Actually, there were two candidates, but I couldn’t decide on which one. Thus, I got you both of them.”“That’s great, I really appreciate that.”“You should see what I got for myself.”“When can we look at them?”Busy Bronx streets didn’t offer many places to examine women’s underwear, but Cathy was clever. “We still have a half-hour. If we go into one of the booths in the back of that pizzeria in the next block down, we could get away with it.” She cautioned Vivian, “Just be quiet about it.. " "Sounds great" I replied.With that Gramma climbed unto the bed and swung her legs over my head. As she straddled my body I thought for being over 70 years old, she moved pretty well. With one hand on my cock, she dropped her head and slowly licked the head of my cock. I placed both hands on her ass and gently pulled her pussy down, unto my mouth. My tongue danced around the lips of her pussy as Gramma began to moan. I love the taste of your pussy I groaned. Gramma was now running her tongue. He went through his closet and handed me a jersey, “That should do the trick” he said. He told me it was his from when he played football before he decided to make the change. He had never told me why he did and I had never asked. I knew he would tell me in his own time. I smiled as he handed it to me. Then I asked him for something else, I wanted to make love to him, as a man. Of course he agreed. He took my hand and led me over to the bed.We kissed, slow at first and then deeper. Our tongues.