Iloved it. She looked great! There she stood my girlfriend... and I was nervousas I fumbled for the right words. I finally spoke….“Your outfitis a...hh… very hot… not your usual attire…attending somespecial occasion?”…She stood quite with a sly smirk upon her face.I again broke the silence by guessing what was going on…what the hellshe was doing?? “Are you going to some kinda costume party??” She walked toward me….very abrupt. Lookedme in the eye and firmly said…. “Startled you say?” “Ohyou poor. At least he hadn't paused to figure out the question. It was an answer born of convenience; a prevention of termination. He liked that she was there and available to pretend to like at the moment. Thus, for lack of clarity he pimped himself; he knew it, but for the moment—at least—he didn't care.Hal felt Lola's hand on top of his. It was a soft woman's touch—a promise, perhaps, of more. She stroked the top of his hand, a gentle searching with her fingertips. She lifted his hand and turned it. Her being my grandmother meant nothing.As luck would have it, we did it on the same bed where her husband died a few months earlier. Hey! If she didn't give a shit where I fucked her hot body, why should I? I never liked ol' Gramps anyway. He always called me a k**. Some k**! The old fuck was dead and the so-called k** was fucking his horny wife. Who’s laughing now?With Grandma Evelyn, there was no foreplay or pussy eating. She was primed and ready the second I threw her onto her back. . I stopped a couple of yards behind the fallen tree trunk. “Hello, are you all right? Can I help you?” I called out.“No. Go away.”I liked the sound of her voice. It was deeper than most girls, yet without being unfeminine. And she spoke Common, so at least we could understand each other. I walked around the end of the tree trunk and sat on the trunk a couple of yards distant from the girl. With the hood drawn down over her head, I still couldn’t see her face.“Hi, I’m Eloyin. I come from a.