Sandra cleaned up while Tandra took a shower. Then Sandra showered, and said that she was going to Walmart. I assumed Tandra was accompanying her.I sh...owered and decided to grab a bite to eat from the refrigerator. I was just sitting down to eat, clothed in nothing but my boxer shorts, when Tandra happened out of the guest bedroom, clad in a rather revealing itty-bitty tiny bikini. Holy smokes.“I’m going for a swim,” Tandra pronounced. It was a little chilly outside, so I was surprised she was. Limping slightly she lets me lead her up the stairs and into her bedroom. She lies down on her back looking up at me with shiny dilating eyes. I look down to where her nightie settles between her slightly spread legs showing a tempting imprint of her vaginal mound, her huge breasts spread across her chest falling over to the sides, some of the flesh, a lighter chocolate than the rest of her body, slipping out. I bend over and touch her head gently.“You alright gran, you didn’t hit anywhere. They were fastened there with suction cups and they moved back and forth, as if waving to the cars behind us. My kids, like all kids back then, loved Michael Jackson and loved his Thriller video. They even had Michael Jackson dolls dressed in red leather. The Caprice wagon had a roof rack with an attached airfoil. I went to the hardware store and bought big 3′ black lettering and stuck ‘HEAVY CHEVY’ on the airfoil. It was appropriate to the car and the car got a lot of attention, between. ’ Art was laughing at the irony. ‘Damn,’ the man said looking towards Art’s crotch, ‘you ought to get it sucked more often. Nothing like shooting your load in a hot cocksucker’s mouth.’ ‘Yeah, I guess.’ Art blushed. ‘She doesn’t go that far.’ ‘Well, perhaps we’ll fix that for you.’ Art felt weird now. He wasn’t sure if the guy had a stable of women or if his wife would or…then it hit him that the guy was coming on to him, but he’d made no moves, just small talk. He felt his balls stir and let.