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It all starts here…nA shy young man. A fascinating, provocative grandmother. A game of seduction where innocence is tested, and desire slowly takes control.nShe knows exactly what she’s doing… and he can’t resist.nStep into the story from the very first moment.nIn the quiet afternoon, Grandma Clara was lying on the big sofa dressed only in a black silk dressing gown. She was still a very sexy woman despite her age.. Her grandson, Timmy, sat on the rug, engrossed in his comic books, oblivious to the world around him.n"Timmy," she called out, her voice a gentle nudge through the silence. "Could you be a dear and come give your old grandma a foot massage?nTimmy's heart skipped a beat. He knew that tone. It was the same one she'd used when she'd caught him peeking at her feet during their last family gathering. The memory had kept him up at night, his thoughts racing with what she might have seen, what she might have thought. He set down his comic book, his palms suddenly damp with a mix of excitement and anxiety.n"Sure, Grandma," he called back, trying to keep his voice casual. As he approached her chair, his eyes remained glued to her bare feet, the soft curve of her arches and the way her toes wiggled playfully. He'd always found something oddly fascinating about them, something that stirred feelings he didn't quite understand.n"Take a good look, Timmy," she said with a knowing smile, extending one slender leg. "These old dogs need some loving."