Those were merry days and the birds sang often, and no cars came along the road all that often, and in the early evening da would watch baseball and w...’d eat homemade fries and ride bikes or throw hard green apples at bees nests or something. Old grandma Bernice lived with us then, and she was hard and old but fun, and was Irish and raised me hard and Irish and could kick your ass for anything if she had a mind to. Her grandfather Peter had come from Belfast runnin’ from the Brits and so she. You push me off of you and tell him to fuck me like a whore and then you shove my head down on your cock, I think that he isgoing to fuck my pussy but he slams into my ass brutally and it feels like it rips me but I cum hard, I have reached the point that all pain is pleasure and I keep cumming as his fucks my ass hard and I lift my head just long enough to tell him to fuck me harder and that is when he fills my ass with cum, I feel it coming out of me and so I keep fingering my pussy until I. “I didn’t get your name.”“Delia,” she said.I took her hand and shook it in my creepy, lingering way (or so it sometimes seems to me).“Delia. Nice,” I said. I really would have to stop the smarmy stuff. She smiled anyway and moved closer to me as she leaned over past the big green avocados to try the dark, crinkly Hass ones.“Entertaining tonight?” I asked.“No, just me,” she said. “Everybody’s going out. And they don’t even need a babysitter.”“Husband?” I probed.“Long gone,” she said with a. Aaj mera mood off tha. Main 8.26 ki train miss nahi karna chahta tha. Maine bike parking me rakh di aur bhagte bhaagte platform par pahunch gaya. Mere mann ne abhi bhi wahi chal raha tha. Mujhe uske boobs nazar aa rahe the.Mera mann aaj kahin nahi lag raha tha sirf woh bhabhi mere mann pe chhhayi hui thi. Maine bhaagte bhaagte train pakad li. Aur train me bheed bhi jyada hi thi, par main thoda andar chala gaya, abhi bhi main uski gaand aur uski boobs ke baare me soch raha tha.Ab main train ke.