Kaya main aa sakata hoon. Tabhi mere dimag me subah ki ghatana ghoom gayee our meri chut me chiti sir eng gayee. Maine fouran kaha ki theek hai kal di... me aa jana. Usane thanks kaha our fone kaat diya.Magar ab mere dimag me halchal hone lagi.Subah ki ghatana baar baar mere dimag me aa rahi thi. main usi samay washroom me gayee our apani ungli chut me daal kar finger fuck kiya. Magar aap log to janate hi hai ki jab land ka ras muh me mere nahin jata mujhe chain nahin milata. So, raat ko ghar. “Things have changed this year. They used to have 6 classes per term, but over the years that has proven to be too much and quite frankly, a waste of time. This year they’re beginning the 4 class per term schedule. More information is condensed into each class to make them a more valuable use of time and training.”He began reading off classes and their descriptions, some of which sounded absolutely terrifying. “Don’t worry, I am not as sadistic as some. Torture classes are not necessary. . " She replied as she dabbed her eye with a tissue.Quickly recovering, I remembered where I was going with my comments."Before you were born, your mother's mother had passed away..."Replying to the obvious, she said, "Grandma." ... and then when you were almost three, your grandfather died." It wascute the way she tipped her head, almost like a small puppy would if itheard something strange.I glanced at her and then again looked at my fingers. "Grandpa leftsomething for you."She spoke softly, I. ? I said, giving her neck a nudge with my nose to make her gasp. ?Come on, let’s get you ready.?I made her stand facing me.?Remove your dress.? I told her.When we started off, this often involved a lot of hesitation, but not anymore. She looked straight into my eyes and with a smile on her face, slipped her shoulders out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her full breasts bounced enticingly as she raised her hands behind her head for my inspection. I looked affectionately at her body..