She extended her arms, the thong hanging off a finger in her left hand.“Now, do you like?” she asked, standing totally naked in front of me.“Yes...,” I replied, kicking off my work shoes and stripping down to my underwear.“Do you like?” I asked, standing in front of her, my hands on my hips, in my boxer shorts.She took a step towards where I stood, a smirk crossing her face.“No, no, no,” she replied. She pointed at my underwear with a finger and said, “Now, you are over-dressed.”I chuckled.I. .” She let out a sigh and then tried again, “What is your relationship with Elizabeth?” She asked but then went on, “Don’t get me wrong, I think she is a fantastic girl and I’m very happy she has been there for you but unless things have changed a whole lot since I was your age that ummmm was a pretty. . . intense. . . kiss.” I let her question hang in the air a few minutes and thought about it. Honestly I had to think about it because I wasn’t really sure myself. I must have blushed. At the time I never found older women attractive, mostly because I never looked at them in that way.Nanna wasn’t an attractive woman by my standards.She was heavyset with gray hair although she had a noticeably big ass and tits to match. She had to be in her late 50’s or early 60’s. She was wearing gray sweatpants and a baggy t shirt like she usually did. And while I must admit I always wondered how big her tits were I don’t think I ever actually wanted to see them.She then confessed that she’d. We take it a step further, three woman lay down flat on their backs, us four slowly caress their quivering bodies, until our hands are upon their thighs. I'm so excited and turned on, that I quickly press my hands on her inner thighs, and spread her legs open, totally opening the view of her warm, wet pussy. I can tell she is also very turned on, and I know she is dying to find out if she gonna get that overly wanting pussy eaten. Knowing that she wants it, Only makes me want her more. I want.