I already had a good relationship with my grandson, Jason, before my husband died. The boy helped me all the time with household chores such as clearing dishes from the table, mowing the grass, and running errands for me. He spent lots of time with me in the nursing home and stood next to me at the funeral, along with his mother. My husband, Steve, had been ill for several years with a terminal disease.
One day, just out of the blue, my grandmother asked me if I thought I was strong enough to pick her up. When I did, I told her I wanted to see how much she weighed so I carried her into the office and put her down on the scale. She was laughing the whole time and seemed to enjoy it. My cock got hard as soon as I picked her up and I wondered if she could feel it against her leg.
Let me start by telling you a little about myself. I just turned 18, I was your typical teen. A bit shy, kind of a loner, grew up in shitty lifestyle. My dad was out of the picture, my mom, well my mom should not have been a mother.
For example, with my current owner, if he had a hard day at work, i let him take his frustration out on me sexual, which is a relief for the both of us.