The queen shuddered.I croaked.I could get in immense trouble, I’m talking life in prison trouble, if the wrong people ever found out.Mandy knelt down on the grass without releasing her grip on Lance or breaking her rhythm.But I kept remembering the stages of pot smoking Nora went through from twenty years ago.Kiss on the forehead before she leaves.� After a few minutes.Just been working out a aged little over the summer break to get more fit, that’s all.You could have called granny me she said taking off her T shirt and bra.She always wanted to make sure she oldie was wearing something comfortable, especially when it was hot.As luck would have it, or maybe by someone’s plans. I jolt up. I jump. The key was in the lock but not turning, and then not turning correctly. My hand was out of my pants, my shirt pulled down and I managed to get the catalog back in the stack when the door opened and Cindy’s mom stumbled through the door.I can see she’s drunk as she starts to stagger up the stairs. It’s 2:30in the oldie morning. She mumbles she’s sorry, shouldn’t be so late. I think she’s coming back down to pay me but after 10 min of silence I'm still waiting while my heart rate returns to normal. I decide to follow after her and find her in her bedroom passed out on the bed where Cindy and I had been laying and playing and napping. She’s on her back with legs slightly spread, one arm out and one arm over her head, covers pulled up but not completely over her. Mrs. Morgan? I call out her name and touch her leg, shake her gently, then a little more. Her clothes are off I can tell. I slide the covers aged over just a bit and I can touch her breast. A real tit! granny