" It took nearly ten minutes to hand cut the ply in the gloom of his workshop and drill holes for the screws. Ms. Jones had all but given up her feebl...e attempt at fixing the cardboard and stood crying and shivering in the cold. Rain had soaked all her clothing and her usually well-coifed hair hung down in wet strands. Darkness had descended."Sorry, I'm being a trouble," she murmured, "I thought I could fix it." Hold the torch for a few minutes while I put the screws in and then you can go. Hoo, boy! The girl back home -- too young for my son-in-law, Ron, vigorous and youthful though he might still be at age 54. The girl back home who was younger -- only slightly younger, but younger, all the same -- than Ron's daughter, my beloved one-and-only grandchild.I was pleased that I wouldn't be seeing her, my granddaughter, this trip. There was something almost -- repulsive, now -- in the idea of my hugging Cyn. Cynthia was too close a contemporary of my secret lover, Ellie.I'd have to. However whenever she could she slid her sari to show her breasts to me. The third day after grandma had come, Mamatha aunty whispered and asked me to come to the kitchen. I was a bit surprised, with grandma having bath in bathroom, how can we play in the kitchen? By the time I got to the kitchen, she had her blouse already open and thrust her breast in my mouth. The breast was of course swollen with milk and I had my stomach full of her delicious milk in fifteen minutes. So I again had my. ‘We want to hear you come.’That’s all it took. The ejaculation caught me by surprise, showering my hands and stomach. I think I may have screamed… and it kept coming… thick rope after rope splattering my fingers and pubic hair. Perhaps it wasn’t the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced, but definitely in the top ten.My moans gradually subsided until I could again hear Aaifia’s panting in my earphones.Finally, I was able to speak.‘Never done anything like this before. I hope it was.