I don't do the conventional Mon-Friday. Instead, I do long 12 hour shifts in media which leave a lot to the imagination. Some things best left unspoke.... Others more often that not are. There was a tall blonde at work with long hair, athletic probably no taller than 5'7 with a great figure. She was pretty but loudmouthed, part of me wondered what she was like away from the desk. When you're a leather fetishist, your eyes want everything. The disappointment of a beautiful girl wearing Uggs. I walked over to the chair he was sitting in. He didnt move. I leaned over until my nose was an inch from my grandpas. I love you grandpa. I whispered. I love you too sweetheart was his reply. I leaned in farther and our lips met. I kissed my grandpa passionately and kissed his jaw and drug my teeth along his earlobe. After a bit I stood up again, right in front of my grandpa. I looped my thumbs underneath my panties. I moved my hips from side to side and gently pulled off my panties. My. The bodies of both men reflected their thoughts. Bob’s thick cock stood up straight and hard towards his navel. Theo’s prick, now even more impressive in its size, curved hugely upwards, the foreskin drawn back, the knob massive and heavily flanged. Bob knelt between my thighs. His mouth touched my pussy, his tongue dragged through my slit, the soft brush of his moustache caressed my clitoris. Theo knelt on the bed beside me. The touch of his hands and fingers on the mounds of my breasts was. ‘Just because a woman is cooking for you? Don’t get used to it.’ ‘Dress like that all the time and I’LL do the cooking.’ ‘Dress like that all the time and we’ll both starve.’ As I opened the door of the little oven and bent over to put a pizza in it, I was suddenly aware of his prick pressing against my pussy. ‘Put the pizza down, Dee.’ He sounded like a cop making an arrest. I carefully put the pot on the oven rack and slid the rack into place. ‘Now step away from the oven.’ I was only to glad.