When she finished, I picked her up and carried her back to the bed. She looked at the clock, biting her lip. “Do you think we could do it again?”I...grinned, “We’ve only got about 15 minutes. It’ll have to be a quickie.”Giggling, “Two minutes is a quickie, 15 minutes is ecstasy!”I moved down and gave her swollen labia another tongue lashing. She was soon cumming, begging me to make love to her. I eased into her hungry, velvety sex. She was still very tight, but I was buried to the hilt, thanks to. " Good. What do you remember?"Molly sat with her fingers poised, ready to type."I remember Hannah." What? What does that mean? Who's Hannah?"Hannah was this gorgeous teller that worked there. I think she was maybe a V.P. or something. She was older than me." And? Was she your boss? What did you do for her?" Well, I did a lot for her, if you know what I mean? I don't think she was my boss. Well, I do remember her tying me up once."Now Molly could not resist rolling her eyes."Are you kidding me?. “Of course l am Grandad,” l replied, “l’ve been thinking about it for a while, long before l told Patti. I’ve messed about with boys my age but never let them fuck me, then l met this boy on holiday and it turned out his whole family were screwing each other, his father had me on the beach, he was really rough, he hurt me but it felt so good. He wasn’t as old as you but when l told Patti about it we both agreed it would be fun if we could get you to fuck us.”“You can fuck Jen first,” Patti. I still remember the day she randomly messaged me, "I love you." I giggled, because she knew how in love with her I was, and she had always said she liked me as a friend, but I knew there was more to it. I could feel it. I figured she meant it in that manner, so I put, "Lol," and she'd said, "Don't laugh. I'm serious." From that moment on, we finally had the kind of relationship I'd been wishing we could have.We spent the next few years growing even closer than we had been before, but a.