Fat Old Granny Gets A Poke

I sat there wondering if Tony was right; I like sex, I like cumming, and maybe, just maybe, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I like the looks men give me when they see me naked, it makes me feel wanted. But I’m the way I am granny because of Tony; he’s changed me from being a normal girl into what I am now. So it’s his fault. Tony must have thought that he won the argument because he got up and went to the sofa and his laptop leaving me to clean up. “Can I go in to town shopping please Tony? I need to get my pills pre***********ion filled and get a birthday card for my mother.” He silently looked at me for a few seconds then said, “Okay; go and get the clothes that you’re thinking of wearing and I’ll see if I approve.” I brought out 3 dresses to show him and he picked a button down dress that is obscenely short. “Leave the top 2 and the bottom 1 button open when you put it on Claire. I got my things and left, not putting stockings the dress on until I was outside his apartment. As I walked out to my car I said to myself, “Remember not to lean or bend forwards and to hold your bag in front of your pussy Claire.” It didn’t help when I got in my car and looked down, I could easily see all my bare pubes. “I hope that I don’t get stopped by the police.” I thought. As I wandered around the shops I got a few comments from young men and a few dirty looks from middle-aged women. I sort of liked the comments, it meant that they liked what they saw – me; and I just ignored the women. When I was choosing a Big Boobs birthday card for my mum there was a very tall man stood next to me. In my experience, men usually just grab almost any old card but this man was really taking his time and looking inside lots of cards. Then I noticed that he was looking my way and not at the card in his hands. I followed the line of his eyes and realised that he was looking at my chest. I looked down and saw that another button had come undone and the way that the material was hanging I guessed that he could see most of my right tit, and the nipple. My first reaction was to fasten the button but just as my hand started to move I stopped it and I got a tingle in my pussy. “My gawd,” I thought, “I’m enjoying this man perving on me.” I stood there for ages before picking up a card that I’d already looked at and turned to walk to the till. I left the shop and decided that I wanted to go up a level of the shopping centre and Hardcore I walked to the escalator. I waited until there was no one waiting to get on then stepped on thinking that there should be no one behind me to look up my skirt. Imagine my surprise when I turned around half way up and saw the man from the card shop, and he was looking up. I blame Tony for what I did next; I stood there for a few seconds letting him look at my uncovered pussy; then I turned back and faced up the escalator, spread my feet a bit and bent forwards. I felt the material of my dress ride up and expose the bottom half of my butt. I felt my pussy tingle then I stood back up straight. “Bloody hell Claire,” I thought, “what’s got into you?” Then I answered my own question – Tony. I needed to find a seat and calm down, and to try to get Tony out of my mind. I’d passed a Starbucks just before I’d gone up so I went down and in to it. I got a coffee and found a seat. I was just starting to get myself together when a bbw girl and a boy that I went to college with, walked passed holding hands and they saw me. They stopped and sat at my table. After the usual greetings. There was wild speculation from every news station, different pundits calling it a promotional event, an animal rights protest, a flash mob, or just a gathering of furries on PCP. Pleasure crossed my mother's face. Everybody except Rachel and Jake. That was a very kind thing to say. Jerking off furiously, he held her hair and shot his load copiously into her mouth. She was too far back on the stool for me to do a proper job, so I moved her Hardcore toward me. She bbw was flooded with pussy juice which I laved up with my tongue. My brow furrowed. Chapter 4 I wanted her to keep fucking up and down my shaft until I erupted. Steve loved hunky hot, and preferably stupid studs his own age to about ten years older. "Ok", we both said. Every cell in my body was on fire. Amy doesn’t Big Boobs have the stockings heart to admit it was a cruel joke on her part. ‘You granny did good.