The last thing he wanted to risk was the shock to Grandma if he made a pass at her. He couldn't help wondering all the same.One of the things he found... exciting about the idea of fucking his grandmother was her maturity. She wasn't a girl, but a grown woman. The idea of being in bed with a woman who wasn't just ripe but overripe, enjoying her last years of beauty, really turned him on. He felt a twinge in his prick, and hoped that neither Grandma nor Grandpa would notice the bulge growing in the. We never got up to any hanky panky. It was all strictly a kiss at the end and that was it. I wasn’t meant to kiss boys, but that made it more fun. We’d talk in the bedroom after. Theresa would say things like ‘good job you were with us, he wanted to get in my pants; and so did Dave’ Dave was the boy I was with, and since I was borrowing her knickers – because they were sexier, in case they got seen for any reason; they never did – she meant that Dave wanted to get into her pants that I was. Plus I'll begetting you more goodies as time goes on."He said, "I can't wait to see you in stockings. You have to always havethem on when you're home. And those slippers will make your legsshapelier."I didn't like what he was saying or how lustfully he was looking at me.Still, I demurely thanked them both and did a spontaneous curtsey. Alanahad me go and fetch the bags. I went through them and found a black, see-through, baby doll nightie and black patterned stockings. Alana had mechange. "It's okay,baby. Talk to me. Tell me what's troubling you." What do you think, Erika? It's all of this." I mean, what the hell is going on?" Last night I was your all-too-eager sissy bitch, and now today..." Ibroke off, shaking my head, and looked straight at Erika, my perplexityeasily visible."What am I today, Erika?" What is this we're doing?" I placed my hands over Erika's, stillresting on my knees."Fuck! Please don't get me wrong. I'm sorry if it sounds like I'mwhining. I am.