A single wooden picnic table covered in empty beer bottles sat off to our left but it seemed as if it was brought there rather than it originally inte...nded to be there. Just like me, I thought. “Dmitri, what fine treat have you brought here?” A fifth man stepped forward with a beer in one hand. This one had copper hair, green eyes, and stubble coating his jaw. He licked his teeth at the sight of my skirt raised above my thighs to expose the roundness of my butt. The dark haired man chimed in,. “That’s why they call me Lucifer, babe. He’s tattooed around my cock. Would you like to taste his tongue? I know he’d like to stick his tongue into your mouth.” Steph simply opened her mouth. Lucifer plunged his tattooed cock into her wet, waiting hole. She wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. It grew to a cock that was longer than anyone else’s that she had played with recently. She struggled to swallow the whole thing but Lucifer was persistent. He kept urging her to take it all and. ‘What do you mean, my last?’‘Oh nothing, I’m just kidding, you seemed so intense. Deep in your thoughts, I5just wanted you to react, and it worked.’ She laughed. What If she could read my mind? This time I was sure. I just had an uncanny feeling that she knew exactly what I was thinking.At last the meal was over and the coffee and cognac drunk. Ordinarily, I love these moments of prolonging a meal and I generally ask for a second coffee/cognac but tonight, I didn’t want to, I just wanted to get. I was drawn to the way she was dressed. Bracketed by black short-heeled pumps and a butterscotch-colored knit top were a pair of black leather pants. They hugged her mature body nearly like a 2nd skin. Haven't seen anyone in leather pants for awhile - least of all a grandma.After the session, while many attendees stopped and shook my hand as they thanked me for the session, Granny approached me. I reached out my hand to meet hers - she opted for a hug. This was not a "typical" hug, but one in.