She was a gorgeous: a slim figure with a good 36C size breast, long shiny brown hair and quite possibly the roundest ass I had ever seen. She always w...ore pencil skirts which hugged her ass and thighs so damn well. Now I had never thought about being with a girl but I did like to pay attention to other girls' assets. I had also kissed a few girls, my friends, and tongued a couple but nothing more ever happened. I love reading and watching lesbian porn but that was as far as it got until now. As. I gladly walked up to him, grabbing a hold of his tie and pulling him in for a kiss first. Are you excited for tonight honey? Yeah! I cant wait to get you alone again! he smiled, grabbing my ass. You look really good mom! Wait until later! I winked at him, fixing on his tie. There! I said proudly, holding his arm as we stared in the mirror at each other. In my eyes, I didnt see mother or son, or the 20+ year age gap, just two people who were madly in love with each other. Dont we look good. I quickly followed and for the next few hours we were watching reruns of Friends; it was the only thing on that was worth watching. It started to near ten and I began to feel drowsiness kick in. “I’m going to hit the hay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said with a smile on my face. “Goodnight sweetheart,” grandma said. I walked up the stairs, avoiding the creaky steps once again. As I reached the bedroom door, thoughts of my grandmother’s cleavage started to come into my head again. I was. Franz de Quesnel, Baron d'Epinay."While his wife was speaking, Villefort had narrowly watched the old man's countenance. When Madame de Villefort pronounced the name of Franz, the pupil of M. Noirtier's eye began to dilate, and his eyelids trembled with the same movement that may be perceived on the lips of an individual about to speak, and he darted a lightning glance at Madame de Villefort and his son. The procureur, who knew the political hatred which had formerly existed between M. Noirtier.