Something else I had not done yet, but I was more than willing to.Mrs. T went over and sat down on the makeshift couch. It was a bench seat out of an ...old Ford pick-up truck. She tapped her hand on the seat next to her, while curling her index finger for me to sit next to her. I wiped my hands with my shop rag, taking a seat next to her. Mrs. T turned to me and told me to kiss her. Telling me that she was going to show me how to properly kiss a woman.We turned to each other, I kissed her lips.. I didn't mean she should be like that again. But, my god, she's such a fuckin' bitch." I know."Maria's head shot up. "You know?" Sure. She's a pain in the ass. You know, she never paid attention to me when I was growing up. Now all of a sudden she's like all motherly. It's smothering me. And she treats you like ... well, the mother-in-law from hell."Maria chuckled. "I guess she is my mother-in-law. I didn't realize that. Do you love me?" You know I do." Then tell me. I need to hear it."I cupped. I had her turn towards the coffee table, spread her legs and bend over so I could clip the wrist cuffs to the ankle cuffs. I took another rope and wrapped it around her leg and arm, from her wrist up to her knee. I did the same to the other leg and arm. I then tied her ankles to the legs of the coffee table. I had her lay her head on the table and turn her face towards the camcorder. I wrapped the rope around the coffee table and her neck until she could not move.I grabbed her by the hair and. .........."Oh, Grandma, my wee wee feels good," Henry remarked with a sigh as he pulled his polka dot boxers up around his waist. "That felt so nice, Granny." It sure did, Henry," June remarked with a naughty sideways look, having only managed to get her panties back on, both sides of her bloated chest looking about the size of the heads on Mount Rushmore. "What a doozy, sweetiepie. I forgot just how big you were, Henry. You're hung like a fucking horse."Feeling grateful, June knelt and yanked.