"Still have no clue do you boy? We used to trade 'em, the cunt I mean, between my buddies Barney and Charlie Lang. Now those guys knew how to party bo.... Good times!" A chuckle as his mind was obviously way back in the past.This little stroll down memory lane was only reminding me how pathetic my life truly was. My grandfather seemed to have a much more active sex life than my own and that was a thousand years ago!"Yes sir, we learnt to spot the girls that had potential and then took it a step. I looked at Granddad, he wanted me to put my feet onto his lap, 'My feet Granddad', I laughed, 'do you have a foot fetish', I teased, the whiskey certainly was loosening me up, as I spun on my ass, lifted my feet and laid them onto his lap, noting Granddad was looking up skirt as my raised legs, exposed my stockings all the way up the back of my legs, I was feeling fruity and daring, and as I rested my ankles on his lap, I specifically choose what appeared to be a growing bump.I could feel his. Mr. Patel was carrying a suitcase with him, his driver soon arrived with the car and I saw Mrs, Patel wave goodbye to her hubby. Just as the car went out of sight she looked towards me and gestured me to come, I knew I was in trouble, I walked towards her slowly. She looked at me and gave me a huge smile and said hi, I said hi back, she asked me about Asiya's whereabouts. I told her she was home. She asked me to come up to her place and told me she wanted to talk to me, I had no escape and I. It made his cock rub those really sensitive nerves just inside her channel. That felt so good, so hot. She bit her lip, concentrating on the feeling.The really great thing about doing it this way was that she could move exactly how she needed. She could bear down, focus, get those feelings growing—sucking her tits helped—and draw in her breath as the moment approached.Her climax was sudden, sharp, and brief. "Oh, I love that feeling." She kept moving, trying to get it back, wanting to come.