Waves and waves of cum oozed from my body, and Hank happily lapped it up. My body quivered and ached for a while afterwards, I felt a shock leap from...my pussy every few seconds. ‘Hank, that was…wow.’ ‘Would you expect any less from the best?’ he grinned. ‘Of course not! Don’t be silly.’ Before I could get up and leave, I heard: ‘Cough, cough. Uhm, are you really just going to leave me like this?’ Hank motioned at his still rock-hard cock. ‘Oh, Hank, I’m so sorry. Let me fix that.’ I pushed. He said that he had seen me around the garage and asked me who I was. He then came towards me and said that he was hoping I would be as co-operative as the previous Saturday boy. He moved behind me and put his hands around me. As he asked me questions about myself, he kept lifting me up. It was about the third time he had lifted me when I realised that his hands had slid down and were clutching me around my lower belly and by this time I had as erection - I used to get very hard very easily at. Every morning we went out and to feed the chickens and pigs, check on the cattle, and just make sure that everything was in good general order. For an old gal of 65 with raging arthritis in one leg, she managed very well on her widowed own, only hiring help for big manual jobs. On a hot Saturday in June, the phone in the hall rang as I settled down to my breakfast after my morning chores. Grandma answered, I could hear the urgency in her voice.“Yes, of course dear. I’ll be there as soon as I. I got really exhausted since it was a fucking blow job . I fall back more to the couch . He then took me in his arms , started smooching . I tasted my own milk … I was like paralyzed . We moved to bedroom. He lied me in bed without removing from the smooching.He then made himself nude , went to bathroom , washed his dick, came back . He then came over me ,asked to lick his dick . I resisted . But he then hold both my hands with his both legs , hold my nose , so that I automatically opened my.