As often, tonight at a certain time you're to find downstairs in the kitchen for me. You're standing in yor nightshirt before the hot stove because you're making something to eat for me as usual. I sneak up behind to you and you know what will happen, but it how is still exciting for you. You turn the fire of the lit burner on the lowest setting. How will you get caught this time by me? Will I first place my hand on your back, then on your round big ass? You love it when I explore the buttocks and occasionally squeeze in them. Or will I grab you directly to your full big breasts from behind? I know if I do, you nipples are already will be stiff by the tension you feel. I will massage them expanded until you turn around to me. You pull your nightshirt up because you love it when I suck your swollen nipples. While I do, you wait with tension or this time I will slide my hand in your slip or not. Sometimes I do that and sometimes not, it will always be a surprise for you. Will you have to be contented for only a massage of those lovely breasts of yours and wait for a next time for more? But you stand there with your nightshirt up and my eyes wander down to your soft, round belly. That is pretty thick, but I can not resist this time. That glorious belly feels warm and soft and I feel a vibration passing through your body because the chance is present that I go further. Always I find it a joy to see how accommodating you are. Very slow I let my hand slid from that soft round belly between the elastic of your slip. I hear a deep sigh, and at the moment I tickle a few fingers through your soft pubic hair, you spread your legs a little apart to s I can explore between your thick legs. Every time you amaze me how fast you still produce moisture at your age. Smoothly I can slide my middle finger between your swollen lips. I tease you just to ignore the swollen knob and your moans softly at the moment I decided to give more of my attention. You become even wetter and now put both your arms at my shoulders so you can lower further your legs to give me full access to you. On the subsequent speed of your moans I know I have to give some more of attention and occasionally I gently pinch with two fingers the little knob. By your moans, and with a muffled cry, because we must be quet, you let go all the way now and reach your highpoint. You press your head against my chest and bite it gently to make not too many noise. For a while you stay close to me with your arms still around my neck, and you rub your soft, round belly complacent against me. You know we will never go further than that. You give me passionate kiss on my mouth and then let me go. You put the bacon and eggs, you made for me, on a plate with bread and put it on the kitchen table. Then you five me your sweetest smile and go back to your own bedroom. Yeah, you had a good argument to invite us to come live with you because you felt lonely and your promise to support us financially. Who ever thought of that innocent, sweet looking, chubby granny who is 65 years!