Naughty College young lady

She could get herself good and wet although she’d never climaxed. She’d gotten it out, should she take it with her? No, she’d be too embarrassed to use it, she reburied it among her plain white cotton undergarments. Her flight was uneventful, Ryan had parked in short term, sh there was a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, he grabbed her luggage and off they went. “I thought Kim and Ursula would be with you,” she said. “I think they’re in the midst of fixing a big feast in your honor Gram, we’re all so glad you came, it’s been to long.” “You have no idea how happy to be here, you’re right, it’s been a long time, far too long.” They made small talk for the remainder of the ride. Both Kim and Ursula were in the kitchen when they got there, hugs and peck kisses all around, both of the girls were clad in shorts and tee shirts, the fact that they were braless was evident (well at least in Ursula’s case), Tina was a little surprised at the casualness but refrained from commenting. Kim suggested that she might want a bath after traveling all day. Tina said she did, Kim asked Ryan to show her to the guest room. He carried her suitcases and put them on the bed then showed her to the bathroom , he started the water running to fill the huge tub. “Gosh, I believe I could swim in this,” Tina commented. “Try the Jacuzzi jets Gram, they’re great on stiff muscles.” He got a fluffy white bath sheet and a loofah sponge, “Enjoy,” he said as he left. She did, enjoy that is, she’d never been in a Jacuzzi tub, she could get used to it and she could afford it, she might just to have one installed. She’d positioned herself to get a shoulder massage, rolled onto one side for her back then the other side for the rest of her back, she even presented, she’d never had a butt massage, again, she could get used to it, then her legs and thighs, it got a little too close, she thought, naughty girl, she’d never gotten a massage there either, it had reared it’s little pearl tip in appreciation of it’s bath, it was now nudged through her labia, all she could think was “Down Girl,” then she thought, Oh Lord, I’m seventy-one years old, what am I doing, she’d pray on it tonight. She dried with the big fluffy bath sheet, opened her suitcase, took out and put on her brassiere and her cotton panties then sat at the vanity to brush her hair. She applied antiperspirant and dabbed on a little cologne, then a light lipstick, she stood, she approved, she put on a white sun dress and a white blouse adorned with blue sun flowers, she stepped into a white pair of mules and amateur opened the bedroom door. She was hungry, peanuts on the flight didn’t go far, her mouth watered, a beautiful roast of beef, brown and crisp on the outside, a band of perfect medium rare and a rare center, it was accompanied brown and luscious Hasselback potatoes and teen a summer squash medley, there was also a bottle of Zinfandel breathing on the sideboard, Ryan directed her to her seat and pulled out her chair. “Gosh Gram, you’re beautiful, I love the dress,” he told her. “Thank you Ryan though I feel a bit overdressed for this occasion,” she eyed her daughter. “I’m sorry Mom, I should have told you, here we opt for a casual approach.” “I’ll say,” Tina commented, a little haughtily perhaps. Both of the girls had removed their shorts, here at the table they were barefooted wearing only tee shirts and panties. Their appearance didn’t at all detract from the meal, it was absolutely delectable and the Zinfandel, she thought of Zinfandel as pink, this was a deep red and a perfect compliment for the beef. When she commented that she thought of Zinfandel as a pink wine and too sweet for her taste, Ryan educated her. “Gram, both come from the same grape, the grapes used to make Pink Zinfandel are peeled, the grapes to make this are not.” Dessert was pecan tarts served with a Malmsey Madeira, coffee was offered but no one was interested, the wine indian was the perfect compliment for the tart. They sat around the table, each took a second glass of the Madeira, the conversation pleasant as they caught up on family and friends. Finally Tina said, “It’s been a long day and I find travel tiring, if you don’t mind I think the bed is calling.” Everyone gave her a good night peck and a hug. Once she’d gone to the bedroom Kim asked, “What’s the arrangement for tonight?” “I thought you might like company, would you mind?” Ryan asked. “Your room or mine?” Was all she wanted to know. “Yours, did you stock up on some lubricants?” “You know I did, so did Ursula, no way that pole of yours goes in without greasing the chute,” they all had a little chuckle. The three of them traipsed up the staircase. On the inside, I sighed. Lucy mumbled to herself, “Okay, I’m listening.” My clit throbbed, my piercing twisting and stimulating my bud from the inside. I came walking out of the bathroom just as Mark was getting back on the bed. I had realised that we would never be anything more than sexual partners in the basest sense and even amateur that, limited to opportunity. I lowered myself down and then started going up and down on my knees. We have teen fewer industrial accidents with it. But they are just words, and you must open your mind and free yourself of your shackles.” “No, no, no…I think you are missing my point, Aunt Suzy. That was much better. “And if I may ask, Lord Darcy, how old were you again?” He was still hard. I was totally confused. Now I was just selling my body for money and reveling in the indian delight of it. For decades, maybe. That still feels great.