Together we run a little organization called Recovery Unlimited. Officially for the tax books, we're a salvage organization, but when the salvage can ...be anything from stolen goods to your runaway daughter... we're a little more flexible in the definition of 'salvageable goods'. Which leads us to our current situation. Now contrary to what many think, our relationship was professional. Sure we were friends, but we were never attracted to women... until we took this latest job.=========Tony. “What do you mean grandma”“I mean what kind of fantasies do you have or what do you wanna try?”“Uh...well...I’m haha wow I’m not sure”“Oh come on Michael what do you wanna try. I’m serious let’s explore and enjoy as much sex as we can”“Well I mean I use to go to the porn shop and watch porn there and jerk off”“Ok well we can do that here at home though”“Yeah but doing it there, in a public place, you know feels naughty, plus there are gloryholes.”My grandma looked a bit confused. “Glory. Today has already started off bad." Ok. Just spare me the bad jokes. Is your translation program running?" Yes. But we don't need it to IM. Does your computer have a web cam?" Yes." I'm aboard the Flying Dutchman. We can switch to visual. And yes, the translator is working." Good. I've found our first research project. Remember our discussions on possible plant life that could help with AIDS issues?" Yes. You told me that there was several possibilities you were thinking about." True. Well, I. He smiled, and looked down at me in my erotic clothing, and began getting undress. Removing his suit jacket, and then slowly undid his shirt, I gazed with lustful eyes at my man as he started doing a little strip show for me. He danced with the music, and removed articles of clothing til his 7' hard cock finally sprung free. We didn't say a word, we knew that we needed each other as my index finger motion for him to come closer to which he obliged. I sat up, and grabbed the base of his cock,.