Rate this story When I was ten years old, my dad remarried a very pretty woman named Susan. Her mom lived with us too for about three years until I was thirteen. Her name was Pam, and we called her “Gramma Pammy”. Pam was probably in her fifties and she was a pretty lady too, and really sweet. She was kind of heavy set but with a firm body and she had huge boobs. She had a very outgoing personality and a great sense of humor; always joking around. She was a wonderful Gramma! Gramma Pammy was always really nice...
