I lowered myself onto the dildo, letting it fill me and took a deep breath. It felt amazing. I shut the door and headed down the road.Grandpa’s ho...se was on a country road that wasn’t paved. The bumpy ride jostled the dildo inside of me and the potholes made me bounce, making the sensation even more intense.By the time I pulled into the grocery store in town, I was panting and moaning in frustration. My nipples were starting to sting, just like Grandpa said they would.I looked around to see. You could at least make sure I have a good time before you decide to mess up my fucking garden. Get your fucking fingers out of me. I'd make you lick my pussy but you'd probably spunk in those ridiculous shorts as well." "Uh, sorry baby, we can carry on, I mean..." I can't be bothered. Fucking little boys! This has happened three times to me now. I said get those fucking fingers away from me! You don't know what you're doing with them anyway. Just go home. I might call you, but I wouldn't hold. A half hour of uncomfortable silence and I began to fidget. She glanced over at me. She asked:“What’s wrong, don’t like the classics?”“The film is fine,” I replied.We watched a bit more.“You don’t seem to be into it,” she said.“Yeah, well. It does kinda suck.”“You could said something; we do get more than one channel, believe it or not. What would you rather watch?”“Whatever’s fine?”She pouted.“Look,” she said, sitting up, “come over here, and let’s pick something from the listings.” She fished. My cock twitches as I feel your wet flesh before sliding my fingers down over your swollen lips and gliding them slowly inside you.Our kissing becomes more passionate, more desperate. Our tongues touch in fleeting moments, soft and warm and eager to please, occasionally delving deep into one another’s mouths. I push my fingers deep inside your cunt and hold them there while I watch your flushed face. Your half-open eyes look down towards my stiff cock and the sight of your open mouth makes me.