.." she stalled, smiling."Oooooooooh, go slow... Mmmmmm!" she moaned, watching inch after inch of my big meat disappear into her ass. "Oh GOD I love a...big dick in my butt. Ryan doesn't like it, he oooooh thinks it's oh yeah, just like that... he uh oh oh... thinks it's dirty. Mmmmm" Her fingers were frigging her clit furiously as I pulled her legs further apart and began applying some force to my thrusting hips.Her tits began to wobble as I picked up speed and her body accomodated my schlong. I did not know then but now I wonder if Grandma was also pleasuring herself. My erection was so painfully hard I rubbed myself to explosion in my pants while listening to her washing that beautiful pussy.I was super careful not to get close to the door so she could not detect my presence outside. Since I usually studied late during high school, Grandma often washed herself before coming to kiss me goodnight. I had to hide my erection under the desk and ensure her bra and panties were hidden. Not that I thought that it would. Anyway, my dreams are negotiable. I really have only one requirement." Birth control." Well," he admitted, "I probably have several requirements: not without birth control, not on the auditorium stage during a pep rally, not lying naked on a snowbank in the middle of a blizzard. But those aren't real requirements; you want them too. My real requirement is that I have to have your... Permission is the wrong word." Permission is a fine word." I want more. I want. " I won't tell anybody you told me."“Well,” he said, as if reluctant. But I knew him. He’d want to boast. Then he proved me correct. “Okay, but no telling.” After Betty nodded, he declared, “Isabel. She not only lets me feel her up but we've done it several times." Oh sure, but she's the town bicycle. All you guys have done her. Who else?" Well, I got my hand into Glenda's slacks once and touched her pussy. She wasn't too happy about it." I've seen you at the movies with Linda. What about her?".