She caught me totally off-guard then, when she quietly asked, "Grandpa, do you still like to fuck?"I had never heard her use that word in my presence.... I nearly dropped my false teeth... except that I don't have false teeth. A thousand questions flooded my mind in a rolling, tumbling jumble of information... or lack thereof... not the least of which was 'Is my baby girl still a virgin?' and 'Why would she want to know?'Finally I ventured a soft reply, "Yes, Baby, I still like it. But I haven't. I started to click away.The jacket came off and she undid the buttons of her blouse down to her waist. She leaned against the conference table and placed her hands behind her, causing the blouse to spread open. The inner half of her tits was visible. Click! Angela pulled the blouse apart, exposing her pert breasts with their swollen nipples. Click! Click! I moved around her and focused on getting a profile of those pointy nipples. She pulled the blouse out of the skirt and shrugged it off of. "HAH!" barked Marrat. "Even twenty years younger, I'd be too old for you, young woman. Which reminds me; weren't you supposed to be out - enjoying yourself - for a day or two?"Crissa nodded. "I was, but I forgot my cloak, and it will grow very chill this night, and I will not be in town come midnight," she said.He clucked and shook his old head, sending his long, wispy hair flying in a halo. "I'll never get used to how self-assured you are at predictions," said Marrat. "But I am sure it will. "Thank you. I didn't do my hair this morning, nor did I brush my teeth. Disgusting! I surely look awful!" Just the contrary. You look quite well. Do you want me to comb your hair? I could brush your teeth too."It would be very nice of you," she said as she gave me a dazzling smile.Her hair was quite tangled and the comb often got stuck. Carefully, so as not to tear her hair, I was unraveling the knots with my fingers. Her head tossed back, her eyes half-closed, she seemed to enjoy the.