After the conversation in the sidewalk cafe, we walked towards their house. When I wanted to enter, she told me, that she’d be there in a couple of minutes. She had to do some errands first. I was sure, it was because granny shouldn’t see us come together.

I rang the doorbell and when the door was answered, I saw that there were not as many people inside as last time. And there she came: Bright eyes beaming with joy and pride she came to me greeting me with the traditional Wai-gesture. She said „Sawaddee kha“ and I answered „Sawaddee khrap“ and as I said it, I couldn’t believe what I saw: I saw a lovely little lady dressed in a sarong. She had a new hairstyle, no typical old-bat-hairstyle any more and had put a little makeup on, barely visible but effective to make her look a lot younger. She smiled when she noticed that my eyes were under the spell of the light blouse she wore to the sarong: It was made of a cloudy see-through material, and I could vaguely see her little naked breasts and even her nipples!!! I was swept off my feet and she giggled when she saw my absolute surprise on my face. Mama San had arrived in the meantime and also saw my flabbbergasted countenance. She almost gave away our little secret by saying: „I told you so.“

We were ushered into our „VIP-Lounge“. After the door was shut, we didn’t give a damn to all this Sawaddi-jazz and I hugged her, lifting her petite body to stand on the bed so I could see her better. I took her by both her hands and turned her around like a fashion-doll and let my admiring looks run up and down her charming appearance.

I startet to undress her, but this was quickly done, because under the see-through blouse she wore nothing and under the sarong she wore nothing either. Her naked body was for me like an invitation. I also got rid of my clothing, not to be overdressed. When she caught sight of my penis, she showed weak signs of fear again, and it wasn’t even fully erected. As a remedy, I took her by her hips, as she still was standing on the bed, and took her in my arms and startet to kiss her. I suddenly stopped and took a reflective look in her eyes. She was puzzled why I hesitated, until, with a cheeky smile, I clicked with my fingernail at my front teeth. She suddenly understood and laughed shamefully blushing and took, still giggling with embarassment, her teeth out. Now she startet kissing me, like she wanted to devour me. Her kisses were so hypnotic that I sank down on the bed lying on my back and pulling her with me to lie on my chest. We didn’t interrupt our kissing. These kisses were not casual pecks that you could give anybody. They were intimate heartfelt acts of amalgamation of two bodies and two souls.

Still kissing, I startet to caress every inch of her skin I could reach, and, as she was so small, I could reach a lot, her back, her bottom, her back thighs, her shoulders, her arms and, as her sweet breasts and nipples were squeezed out at both sides between our both chests, I used my softest fingertip tenderness to cause her to deeply sigh and moan with pleasure. What a difference! No fear, no shame, no mistrust, no obligation - - - just happiness, tenderness and confidence.

I turned round a little and laid her on her back, continuing my „tour de tendresse“ on her front side. She had scented herself with some perfume. I sniffed at her body and asked:

„You used perfume?“ She answered:

„Yes, you like?“ To her surprise, I put on a critical face.

„You don’t like?!“

„I like, but I like better your smell last time.“

„But last time I was sweat all over.“

„That’s what I like best. Your natural fragrance. No perfume. I like smell of your mouth, I like smell of your armpits, I like smell of your breasts, I like smell of your sweet pussy. No perfume. When we meet, and you ask yourself, how can I make me smell good for him: Just don’t wash!“

She took it for a joke and laughed and gave him a little, soft slap for my cheeky remark. My straight face, however, told her, that I meant it.

I took her little flappy breasts in my hands and caressed her nipples with my tongue and lips, before I wandered south to her small belly button, that deserved and lustet a deep, deep inspection of my tongue. I explored it to the very depth of her little tummy, as if it was a fourth hole to be filled. She was very sensitive at her navel, because during the procedure she startet moaning and her belly quivered with pleasure.

Today was the day of surprises, because when my oral wanderlust brought me to her sweet little pussy, I found it - - - wet, as wet can be! I must have done something good on the way down south and I guess it was her belly button. What a great coincidence with my small present for later!

The moisture of the slit was an invitation I could not resist, and I didn’t want to resist. I found her clit already slightly swollen and it was easy for me, almost too easy, to turn her moderate moaning into a loud and orgiastic wailing, while her hips bucked wildly, as her hands grasped my head, desperately pressing it against her juicy fountain of pleasure. I did not stop until the last convulsion of her orgasm had given way to a satisfied, surrendering purr.

I kissed my way up north again and reached, with dry again mouth and chin, her mouth and after a few kisses, I sat half up and leaned against the wall. She moved closer to me and caressed my penis with her little hands. The penis grew quickly to its full size, intimidating her again, even though it was of rather normal size really, but seen from a dwarf’s perspective...

I enjoyed her deliberate touch and showed her with moans and looks, how I longed for more. She understood immediately and began masturbating my cock tenderly, and my moaning grew more intense as she wanked me more quickly. She liked it, because it was the first time she could give me direct sexual pleasure, and she felt and saw and heard the success and result of her efforts.

I writhed and jerked and looked at her tender but firm hands with big eyes full of admiration and bliss. She took my balls in her other hand and gently squeezed them, as if she wanted to make sure, that every spurt of sperm found its way to the cock’s tip. I felt it coming and I started to quiver and shake and tremble all over and my moaning became much louder and more desperate. She leaned forward and took my tip of the cock in her wonderful toothless mouth and sucked and licked and rubbed her lips over the rim of the gland. I could not hold back and pumped load after load into her willing mouth, and as there was enough room there, she received all with a big sigh and began swallowing without haste, relishing every gulp.

She was excited and delighted with the result, as there was coming more than enough sperm to document the quality of her preparing tenderness.

I collapsed and took her in my arms, still sighing deeply and gratefully. I was so glad having chosen her in the first place. It couldn’t have been more arousing and satisfying and I showed and told her.

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We helped each other getting dressed again and kissed tenderly and full of love. Dressed again, I first paid her with a respectful bow and said:

„Thank you my love, it was so wonderful.“

I repeated in thai to make sure to be understood. She said:

„For me too.“

I produced from my pocket a small gift-wrapped parcel and gave it to her with a loving look into her eyes and caressing slightly her cheeks. She was surprised about the present and began to unwrap it. Now she held in hands a posh little casket with the name of an exquisite Bangkok jeweller written in gold on it. I chose this jeweller to make sure granny (and her family) knew that it was no fake or bling jewellery. She opened carefully the small casket and immediately melted into tears. Inside she found a small golden belly button piercing, covered with small diamonds and sparkling all over. She fell into my arms and hugged me and still crying with joy kissed me in such a heartwarming way - - - which reminded her, not to forget to put her teeth back in before she left the room.

When we left the room, her daughter immediately saw, that she had wept and looked at me frowning, but I gave her a sign, that everything was okay.

Granny left the room at once to retreat to her own room with a countenance that revealed relief, bliss and pride. If she had been a thirteen-year-old girl, she’d probably run to her girlfriends and (female) schoolmates boasting:

„I‘ve done it! I’ve done it! I’ve sucked a grown-up man! My stomach is full of his sperm!“