Oh, how Patricia loved making those prissy little teenagers cry.It also felt good to know that while some of those younger girls might turn heads and ...aise pulses wherever they went, she was still hot enough to compete with - and even beat - them in the looks department. She could still recall the sheer humiliation on the face of one tall, slender brunette when she realized that her guy had chosen Patricia instead of her. Upon pressing the unfaithful college jock to name one thing "the granny". Not always the best thing to do, but if I could see her words of pleasure I could jack off and find my own satisfactions as I wrote for her and gave her the same climaxes as I had so many others. That was not meant to be, she said she didn't write, so we just talked. Mentioning her family name at last I felt my heart beat race, I recalled a time when my life had taken me to live in her home country, The Republic of the Philippines. I casually inquired of her father and mother, then grandfather. He was kicking out struggling to escape, shouting at them to leave him alone. “No fucking chance” one guard grunted “Your little ass is ours” With that the young man was thrown down and held there on his back and his legs raised into the air, the guard who had shouted was now rubbing some oil on his cock he poured some onto the balls of the young man which then ran round and down between his ass cheeks. The guard was rubbing the. Then I could not sleep so , I took out my mobile and acted as if I am playing games, and at times I used to stare at her so that she could notice me… Almost 1 hour completed in this way .. Then I thought nothing will work out ,so I decided to sleep, but I am not getting sleep, I just closed my eyes and thinking of her only…Around 15 minutes later I heard a sound of her bangles and anklets. So, I turned towards her and keep on staring her in that dark . I used to move in between as if I am not.