The shorts pictures demonstrated something that the skirt photos hadn't: Grandma had a tremendous ass. My cock was pressed into the table again.The pi...tures always dropped Grandma's face as the sequence progressed, inexorably moving to increasingly erotic views of Grandma's legs. Each outfit started with a smiling Grandma striking various poses, then dropped to her legs bent this way and that, then featured Grandma lying on the grass in similar postures, even lifting her legs in the air, bent. Her pelvis smacks against the bench but she doesn’t mind – this is bliss. Grips her hair, cranes her head back and pulls tight till her eyes sting. Nearly sobbing when he pulls out – she’s going to die if she cant come soon….YESSSSS…He’s lubed her ass in a second. His cock pressing against the tight opening. A moment of panic – he’s massive. But she wants it at the same time. Hands on her ass cheeks pulling her ever wider as he slides it. It burns like hell but she enjoys it. Moaning over and. Once inside he offered to fix us some drinks while we made ourselfs at home. Marla and Michael were getting caught up since the last time they were together and every now and then I caught Michael trying to sneak a peek up my skirt, so I'd flash him a little peek now and then, which got my cock real hard and leaking out the hint of pre cum. The drinks were starting to take effect and I began rubbing myself while staring at Michael. Marla was also getting a buz on and suggested we get the. I bit my lip even more, almost afraid I'd draw blood. Jean-Luc pushed in a little more. The angle was different, hitting places so much deeper. I stood up on tippy-toe, arched my back, pushed even further back against him.He pumped in and out, slow, deliberate movements.I whimpered."That's it," he said softly.Jean-Luc's hands were everywhere. Caressing up and down my back. Sliding around my waist. Kneading and teasing my breasts, pushing me against him by pressing my shoulder, gliding over my.