Time in military service flies with cosmic speed, and Ivan Zhukov (already a foreman-contractor) was going on vacation. His grandfather, Rear Admiral Zhukov, had not served in the squadron for a long time, and, after retiring to the reserve, he labored as chairman of the commission for the supply of ships at the commander in chief of the Navy. He drove off on a business trip at the head of this commission, and Ivan decided to visit his beloved granny, who was about sixty years of playful age, not having yet lost his former beauty and craving for peasants ...

After serving in the backwoods, the capital of our Motherland burned his eyes with endless traffic jams on the streets, noisy people flow, where every now and then flashed so attractive to his restless heart, thirsty for love, young female faces. Ivan, straightening his overcoat, straightening the midshipman, took his traveling bag in his hand and, walking down the stairs of the station, tried to settle in at the tail of the queue for a taxi, when he heard a familiar, gentle voice behind him:

- With the arrival, Vanya ...

Ivan started, looked around and at first did not recognize in his pretty-looking blonde in a mink coat and a sable cap his dear granny. He hesitatedly shifted from foot to foot, but his grandmother was more agile, hanging on his neck. Her hot kisses burned her cheeks, tickling her nostrils with the smell of expensive French perfumes.

“And she became even more beautiful than when I went to the fleet,” thought Ivan, uncertainly embracing this extraordinarily beautiful woman by the shoulders and hesitantly responding to her numerous kisses.

... They rode her black Mercedes. Granny famously dived in this endless stream of cars, looking for any progalinku.

- And you cool tax, Bah! - Ivan smiled, seeing as she famously turns the wheel, like a real taxi driver.

“You can't do otherwise,” Gran said nodded flatly, throwing a short, full of feminine feeling on Ivan.

They finally broke out of the endless stream of cars and rushed along the autobahn to the country cottage. Ivan loved this cottage very much. Here he spent his lonely childhood in the arms of his beloved grandmother, as the mother, divorcing her husband, had long gone to her Australia, married an Englishman living there. Letters from did not come rarely, and it seemed that she had completely forgotten about the existence of her small, curly, blue-eyed son.

“And you are still as comfortable as you were at your mother’s time,” Ivan said with a certain melancholy in his voice, avoiding the rooms of the two-story cottage. He had already taken a shower, and his body, dressed in a soft Chinese robe, defaced by a hearty dinner and French brandy, required rest.

They climbed to the second floor, and Ivan froze in front of the door of his room. He gently pressed the door handle, she opened, and in front of him appeared his wide bed with a portrait of the mother on the wall holding him in his arms, the same ficus standing against the wall next to the window sill, his desk with a computer and a printer on it. How sweet and dear to him now after such a long separation.

- Works? - He turned to the granny, who was standing behind, holding his shoulder.

- Like a watch! - happily answered that, pushing him to the bed.

He glanced at her insatiable eyes, covered with wrinkling, touched his palm to the often uplifting breasts, which languidly "breathed" in the wide cut of her Japanese robe and realized that the long-awaited sleep awaits him only after having sex with this insatiable woman, who now looked not at his Granny, but on a passionate lover.

- Undress! - She pushed him to the bed, unbuttoning her robe. He immediately fell to her feet, and Ivan froze, stunned by the sight of her naked, charming forms. Ivan was not a shy dozen, there were already quite a few victories on his list over the wives of his colleagues, but none of them was as beautifully composed as this woman, eagerly catching any of his glances, ready, like a tigress, to rush at anyone who dared offend him. She was no more than one hundred and seventy centimeters, with classic sizes of ninety, sixty, ninety, blue eyes, slightly sunken cheeks, slender, long legs and an upturned nose, which bent to his neck and already plowed it like a plow. It was one of the favorite activities of granny to plow his body with his wonderful nose.From such affection, he immediately got over and stood up member, twitching intensely, like a hunter who felt the proximity of the game. And she was near. This is a beautiful, beloved, female body since childhood, so always desirable and expensive. Granny was a cool mistress, followed by a long train of unceasingly female adventures.

She was known as Casanova in a skirt, mercilessly cracking down on her love bed with her lovers, bringing some of them almost to a heart attack. Loud scandals sometimes arose on this basis, but with her beloved grandson she behaved quiveringly and tenderly, turning from a sex mistress into a submissive sex slave. She fulfilled all his desires, licking his body in all places where her thin and nimble tongue could penetrate. He remembered and loved this fun.

- Did you miss? - she looked into his foggy eyes, putting her palm on her dark triangle of curly hair, neatly processed by a familiar hairdresser.

- What do you think? After such a long separation, you will not only get bored, but also wail like a wolf, - he hugged her waist and, sitting on the bed, put her on her knees. He could feel the warmth emanating from her body along with the smell of all the same wonderful perfumes. From the side it might seem that this is not a grandmother who is marrying with her grandson, but a young man with a thirty-year-old woman.

- Then we have no reason to stretch the rubber. I have been longing for your darling too. And he has grown noticeably. Is not it? - She said, holding his flexible twenty-centimeter "hose" in her miniature cam. He shuddered in surprise, looking into her shameless eyes.

- Of course. Do you know how in the fleet? - he turned her head to himself and dug into her lips with a long, sucking kiss.

- And How? She asked, barely catching her breath from such a mighty “smack”. - By the way, who taught you to kiss so cool? - she rested her miniature finger on the tip of his nose.

“There is no shortage of young female teachers in the navy,” he grinned arrogantly.

- Oh, you unwashed pig! Probably all the commanding wives out there fucked ?! - she dug into his tender neck with such force that a bloody hickey immediately appeared on it.

- Well, what are you doing, Bah ?! Now you won't go out on the street for three days! - he carefully rubbed almost bitten place, trying to get away from sin.

“And now your street is here.” I won't let you go anywhere until we play a game! - she almost cried out and, having thrown him on his back, sat on him astride, hastily inserting his member, exhausted from wanting, into her “girl”, filled with a thirst for copulation.

The member came in slowly, powerfully pushing the edges of the gap. She had such a mini that every man who had this business with her marveled at such a small size in this woman, who was far from being young. But not many people knew that by entering this peculiar Ali Baba cave, it was not so easy to get out of it. She knew that only then you can consider yourself a winner and a woman who is always in demand, if you manage to learn how to grab the “Darling” with the muscles of your vagina. She read about it in one of the ancient books brought by her admiral from faraway India. The admiral showed this material to one of her familiar doctors, and he wrote her a whole training program, which she, like an assiduous student, mastered to perfection. Of course, it took a lot of time and money, but as practice has shown, the game was worth the candle. Now everyone visited this place felt that it was worth his "boy" to plunge into her "girl, like that, like ...