Lusty Grandma Seduces Young Gardener

That horny old lady absolutely knew what she was doing the second that gardener walked through the gate, and I could see it in her eyes from the moment she offered him a glass of lemonade, telling me later how she loved the way his hands shook when he took it from her. We were sitting in her sunroom, and she laughed, remembering how she didn’t even wait for him to set down his pruning shears before she was pulling him inside, pressing him against the hallway wall with a kind of confidence I’ve never seen in anyone my own age. She described the feel of his work-rough palms on her hips as she guided him to the couch, and how she loved the way he gasped when she unzipped his jeans, taking her time to show off every trick she’s learned over the years. She didn’t rush a single second, telling me about the heavy, wet sounds of her fingers working between her legs while he just watched, mesmerized, and then the shocking, heated moment when he finished all over her face, leaving her grinning like a schoolgirl, totally satisfied with the chaos she’d caused.