"Brad told me his gramma's been staying with him, but I've never met her."

 

"Sure you have," the woman said, extending a hand to shake his. "Well, now you have. I'm Bonnie. You must be Jesse."

 

Jesse gawped. "You're not Brad's grandmother!"

 

She smiled and tossed her hair behind her shoulder, showing off her massive breasts. "Well, sure I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

 

"You're just too... I mean, you're so... I mean, you look nothing like my grandma!"

 

When Bonnie laughed, her big boobs bounced inside her tight, low-cut top. That hot pink colour glowed against her tan skin. She certainly didn't look like a woman who was recovering from surgery.

 

"Well, come on in." She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and drew him into the house. "I'll make you a sandwich."

 

"You will?"

 

She cocked her head as she led him into the kitchen. Jesse wasn't sure what aroused his senses more: the promise of food, or the insinuation of Gramma's giggles.