Yeah, I got no problem burning guys like this. I've heard that guy-code shit, and it's just that: shit. You wanta run around and cheat, go right ahead...But don't be surprised when the eight by ten glossies show up on your breakfast table.That's why P.I.'s are around, asshole. That's our bread and butter. It's what we do. And we're good at it.I get a few more shots. Okay, I'm using lots of zoom now and Mr. Smiles isn't in them, but, hey, I gotta have a hobby too. And Dana is some kind of. But Granny was relentless.My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, “Hey who’s the naked gal by the fireplace?”I told him she was Jay’s friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa’s last Christmas at home.Dinner went well. We made the usual small talk when suddenly Louise made a noise that sounded a lot like my father in the. It felt like she was sitting in a pool of pussy juices. My fingers easily slipped around her pink panties and into her waiting pussy. Kristi was so excited to watch. She had that Christmas morning excitement look on her face. Dana laid back spread her legs wider exposing her dripping panties to us all. My cock was bursting out of my boxer briefs and throbbing. I leaned in and started fingering Dana deep. She slid her open hand to my mouth and told me to lick her hand. I did as I was told hand. ‘Now George, your punishment begins.’ ‘How so? I like the view.’ He said grinning at her. ‘Just like this.’ She grinned. ‘This is going to drive him insane.’ She thought.First she touched herself with her fingers, slowly stroking her pussy, rubbing her clit, inserting her fingers. A wet sucking noise could be heard. Jasmine pulled her fingers out of her juicy pussy and while looking George in the face she licked them clean. His eyes were open wide and burning with lust. No longer was George.