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Grandma's butterfly tattoo

... could see your mind working." I blushed. "I'm sorry, Mrs Masterson." "Jean! I told you. And it's OK. I'm quite flattered." I had nothing to say. She'd read me like a book. There was an awkward pause. Awkward for me, I suppose. I think she enjoyed my discomfort. She broke the silence: "So your little Julie moved away...." "Yes, two months ago." I know I sounded a bit down. "Nobody else on the horizon?" "No, not yet." "I'm surprised. Nice-looking boy like you." "Maybe I'm just unlucky. She was the only girlfriend I ever had." "So you and her... that's your only experience? You never slept with anyone else?" I was slightly shocked by the personal question, but my answer was the truth... "We never even got that far. She wanted to wait. And now it's too late." "No.... You poor boy. So good-looking and still a virgin. What a waste." "I just have to be patient, I guess." She reached across the table and placed her hand over mine. "Maybe not, sweetie. I think your luck could change soon." Her hand stayed over mine and she squeezed it. I looked up and her eyes locked onto mine. "I could bring a smile back to your handsome face, I think." Her hand gripped mine and she stood. I sat there as she came around and stood near me. Very near. My hand in hers. "If you'll let me, I'll show you what you've been missing." I swallowed, but said nothing. She took my hand and placed it against her. Against her crotch. Pressed my palm against her until I could feel the curve of her pussy through the ...

... material of her house-coat. She moved her hips and I was massaging her pubis. She took away her hand, and I left mine where it was. Looking up at her. Rubbing her. "Do you like that, Luke?" I had a massive erection. It was uncomfortably trapped and I had to fidget where I sat. She could see my predicament. And was toying with me. "I think you like it. I think you would like to see what's under this...." ...and she took each side of the coat in her hands and drew it open. The fabric slipped away under my palm which was still rubbing her... until now I was touching her bare skin. Bare and shaved. Smooth. Oh. My. God. She had tattoos. I've always thought females with tattoos are sexy and Jean has a lot. I took my hand from her pussy and just stared. There were Japanese geishas, pin-ups with perky breasts, celtic designs... some in color, some just black and grey. It was the sexiest thing I ever saw. Where her pubic hair would have been, there was a beautiful butterfly. And there were stars on her breasts, centered around her nipples - which I now saw had little metal bolts through them. And her body, under all these erotic designs, was wonderful. She turned away from me and drew back the coat so I could see that her back and ass were also inked. I reached out.. touched her fantastic bottom... finding it hard to believe that I couldn't feel the drawings under my hand as I caressed her ass. "Do you like what you see?" she asked me. I found religion. "Ohgodohgodohgod......" I leaned ...