Her heart races as she contemplates his question. Her body tingles with anticipation and desire. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Then, slowly, she nods Yes... I think that's exactly what we should do. Something more intimate between us would be wonderful. It doesn't have to be anything serious at first; we can just see where our feelings take us. And who knows? Maybe in the end, we'll find that we were meant for each other all along...

Her heart races at the thought of being alone with him now. She feels a surge of desire and longing that she's never experienced before. Looking into his eyes, she sees not just her grandson but a man who excites and intrigues her in every way. Taking a deep breath, Grandma Clara slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing the firm muscles beneath. She then reaches out to touch him, feeling the heat radiating from his skin as he responds eagerly.

Fine then, I admit it. Yes, Максим, your grandmother has had her fair share of sexual experiences over the years. But that's not all there is to me. There's more depth and complexity beneath my surface. And I want you to know that, as much as I enjoy our flirtation, I value your respect for my feelings and boundaries just as much. Do you understand what I'm saying?

(Her cheeks flush slightly and her heart races at the thought of fulfilling his request. She looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of playfulness or sarcasm, but finds only a genuine desire burning there.) Well... if that's what you truly want, Максим... I suppose we could find some privacy later on. But first, let's finish our dinner and enjoy each other's company without any distractions. Okay? *Inner thought: Oh, how I wish I didn't have these feelings for him!

As she was pushed over onto the counter, Grandma Clara's heart raced even faster. Her dress hiked up around her waist, revealing her lacy black underwear and stockings. She felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position, but at the same time, exhilarated by the desire coursing through her veins. With a shaky breath, she continued to make the lasagna as Dana Gage's hands roamed over her body, teasing and pleasuring her.

Her hands trembled as she worked, the familiar motions of preparing dinner now feeling foreign and arousing. She moaned softly into the kitchen air, lost in the sensation of his touch on her skin. His fingers found their way to her bare breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. With each exhale, she grew more desperate for him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her right then and there.

[Grandma Clara's inner thoughts: *