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Chapter 8 by immy2cho immy2cho

What isle do you go to?

Produce

As you eye the isle labels none stand out as a clear option. Each isle is pretty tight, you figure it may be a good way to rub up or test a handful without accusations. The website said futa grannies were horny but you dont how much of that is true.. another scan and you notice the produce isle with fruits a d vegetables is fairly open and busy. Maybe thatll be the best area to see some candidates.

Quickly grabbing a basket you head to the isle. The area is well lit, a little chilly, and packed with fresh produce. Two or three futa are there fixing their glasses, reading labels, or over examining every piece of fruit. A few paces up and down the isle but the futa dont seem to notice you... a bit of disappointment and frustration bubbles up inside. As you hold a banana up pretending it was the wrinkled cock you came for. Peeling it back you see how much you can take off by pushing it to the back of your throat.

"Deary me, you must be a hungry boy." A voice next to you rips you back to reality. You **** on the banana blushing embrassed for what you were doing.

"Sorry sorry, yes just a little hungry." You manage to **** out.

"Oh deary no worries, sometimes i sneak a grape or two as well." She chuckles as you get a better look at her. She has short white curly hair, a fat belly, a grey long sleeved shirt, jeans, and large shaggy tits. "Could i help you with anything, perhaps something with more vitamin d?" She chuckles slightly to herself.

"Oh sure." You respond, your dick fully erect.

She takes you arm firmly and pulls you over to the oranges. "Now the trick to finding good oranges is to roll them in your hands," she handd you two large oranges, " not too tight, just enough to feel every part of them."

You try to roll the large oranges around but they are far too large. "I think i may need smaller ones ms."

"Just call me granny debra sweetie, and i think the bigger the better for you. My husband bless his soul used to always say, they should be big and full to enjoy."

Your heart pounds in your chest. "Maybe, i could get vitamin d from somewhere else?"

Granny Debra stops and thinks.. "well i think something hard and thick could do the job.. my my.." she pulls you again to a display of zucchini and eggplant. "What about these love?"

You reach out and take the longest zuccini you can find. It feels hard and nice in your hand as you stare at it. You dont notice granny debra staring you down intensely.

"Its really big.." you mumble outloud.

Granny debra chuckles delighted, "oh dearly its not that big, im sure you can fit the whole thing in your mouth like a good boy.. or are you a little curious? My sons were all cryptic around your age. Oh dear me.. id find all sorts of vegetables in their room."

You dont answer out of nerves, your heart pounding harder and harder. Her wrinkled hand releases your arm as you see out of the corner of your eye her struggling. The smell of mint and old flowers fills the air as she speaks, "well if you are going to experieme t it should be close, how does it compare size wise to the real thing?"

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Peering over you see a old wrinkled fat roll just above the longest wrinkled cock youve ever seen. Granny Debra holds a zuccini next to it and her cock dwarfs it in size, shape and heft. Her balls are huge and hang low sagging with her chuckle they bounce slightly.

She chuckles delighted at your stunned open mouth expression. "Sorry my love vegetables wont compare to the real thing. Here feel."

She guides your hand to both the zuccini and her cock. You easily glide down the smooth vegetable but you the hairs on your arms stand up as you feel the massive granny cock. Each second you feel a new smooth wrinkle as it twitches in your hand, as you feel the curve of the shaft your other hand had already reached the base of the zuccuni. Further down the cock hardens more a d more to your touch before soft gray pubic hairs mask your hand.

Granny debra moans, "oh i havent been touched like that since 1945. Let granny show you how we did things in the 30s. Hurry before i have to share you with the rest."

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