For a moment she thought it couldn't be true! After all, the young spoke of him as a grandfather! Or is it not him? Is it some gardener needed? As if she didn't want to believe her eyes. But … it was him. Chanel stared in fascination at the silver hairs on his hands, which had attracted her look yesterday, watching him take off his shirt and toss her beside him. As in a trance, she watched his muscular back lean back again between the plump thighs of her granddaughter, and she enjoys his tongue and clever fingers that stretched her lips and try to occasionally drive in.