"You could help me get dressed."

Ms Johnson was wearing a pale pink cami-top and matching shorts, which didn't quite match her red / grey hair. Abbie thought it was rather an odd choice of night wear for the old lady. But trying to be diplomatic, she instead commented on how nice they looked.

"Dah, dah," answered Ms Johnson, "they were a present from my granddaughter."

"That's sweet. How old is she?"

"She about your age. She tell me I usually dress too dark and I have nice legs which I should show off."

"Well, she's right there," Abbie blurted out and then turned red.

"Dah, dah," Ms Johnson smiled. "She a good kid and very attentive to her old grandmother. And in return I teach her things, if you know what I mean."

Abbie was going to ask what things, but then she glanced back at the drawer full of sex toys and lingerie, and bit back the question.

"You want I should teach you things?" the old lady asked.

"Erm... Shall we just get you dressed first?" replied Abbie, slightly flustered.

Ms Johnson just smiled and took another drag on her cigarette.

Abbie began to unlace the cami-top. As she took it off of the old woman she noticed that, despite their size, Ms Johnson's breasts had very little droop to them and that although a little liver spotted, they looked like the breasts of a much younger woman.

"You can touch them if you want to," the old lady offered.

Abbie nervously reached round from behind Ms Johnson and started to caress the old lady's breasts. She felt the nipples stiffen at her touch and heard Ms Johnson sigh with pleasure.

"Oh, that feels so good," said the old lady, leaning back against the teenager, "it is so nice to have a young woman to caress ones titties. So much nicer than being mauled by these dirty old men."

"They feel so..." began Abbie.

"Real?" the old lady finished for her, "of course they real. What? An old lady can't have big tits?"

"N-no," stammered Abbie, "its just..."

"Shall I tell you my secret?" asked the old lady. "Baby oil. Once in the morning. Once in the afternoon and once before bed. And lots of it. It moisturise them. It keep them soft and firm. It grow them big. You might want to remember that. Big tits girl like you. You might want to remember. Otherwise, big tits dragging round on the floor."

With that Ms Johnson, started to laugh, with a smoker's cackle.

"Shall I take your shorts off now?" inquired Abbie, changing the subject.

Ms Johnson nodded and Abbie tugged down the soft cami-shorts over smooth hips and thighs that indicated that more than just the old lady's breasts had received the baby oil treatment. And at the front, Abbie noted a neatly trimmed, if somewhat grey, pussy.

As the old lady stepped out of the shorts that lay on the floor, Abbie asked: