Jenny ran her hand across Gran Connelly's smooth face. A rush of excitement thrilled her. She touched her grey, wispy hair which had grown old with age and twirled it around her index finger. It felt hot and cool all at the same time.
Now it was Gran's turn. She couldn't see anything 'cause of the pesky Wire, but she could touch. And boy the things she touched were round and bumpy and soft. She twirled her wrinkled finger around Jenny's nips. She felt aroused.
“Oh boy,” Jenny was feeling hot, hot, hot. She then preceded to remove her top...
