“The panties, Oma?” A simple question but one which diminishes me and magnifies my Oma. I take him in in one glance. Blowjob sex “Take a moment to smooth the silk before you button… Slow, in control, confident.”
I close my eyes, placing my hands on my breasts, at the collar of Oma’s slip. Creamy lotion, generously worked into my skin, from neck to toes. My prey? Her hazel eyes twinkle inside a spider’s web of living displayed beneath her brow. But there is nothing quite so charming, quite so disarming, as the confidence that comes with feeling beautiful. I like myself. We sit, me beside her as she hands me her heels. You open the door and hold it open for me, far longer than is seemly.















