She had carefully picked out her dress a powder blue sequin short number with pearls that had belonged to her grandmother. She had done her hair and m...akeup carefully while she waited for him to arrive. When Justin arrived he looked so handsome in his tux she almost thought he could be the one. He had treated her like a princess opening the door of his black1978 Mustang; it had black leather seats and t-tops. Even then she had loved speed and she laughed out loud when he gunned the engine up to. When I was sixteen I knew for sure that I had feelings towards my grandmother that were out of the ordinary at the least. Just like the feelings I had for my mother.I never acted on these feelings, however. At least not with my mother. At least not at sixteen. Granny is an altogether different story.One day when I was visting her alone I noticed that she was dressed just a little too lightly. Not offensive, but still somehow rousing. She had prepared Dinner for me just as if the whole family. She giggled "No, I was raised a good Christian girl." The crowd exploded again, "So does that mean you're a virgin too?" The host asked. "Yeah, I'm a virgin" she said with a big smile. That got an even bigger reaction from the crowd."Who all are you here with to celebrating?" Asked the host. "Eight of my friends from college" she waved to a group of guys and girls near the front of the stage. "I bet some of those guys would kill to get a peek at those tits wouldn't they?" The host smiled.. ‘Just from having me touch you?’ asked Blake. She smiled a dim kind of smile and just nodded her head. ‘My God, it worked!’ said Blake. Bonnie giggled and twirled ’round on her sky-high heels, sending her expanded tits flying. ‘You like?’ she purred. ‘What’s not to like, Bonnie?’ he growled as he reached for the prizes waiting for him on her chest. ‘Oh! Only I don’t think you should call me Bonnie anymore,’ she suggested. ‘It doesn’t suit me,’ she said, crinkling her nose. ‘What would you like.