My folks had driven me up the mountain to stay with my Gran for the next few days, to help her through a whopper of a storm that was on the way.
Her place was likely to get a few feet of snow, and she probably wouldn’t be able to bring in enough wood if she couldn’t get to it. I was going to be the muscle, and make sure she was going to be okay.
She was very affectionate, right off the bat, and she had her arm around me until my parents were leaving. She only broke away to give them a hug and shut the door, and then she was back on my side and in contact wherever we went.
She led me to the kitchen and moved in front of me, and I guiltily glanced down at her massive breasts as she stepped around and hugged me tightly.