My Daddy's strong, hairy 70-year-old chest and stomach was pressed tight against my shaved-smooth twink-like boyish 40-year-old bod. His Brut cologne ...melled so good, his breath smelled like mint mouthwash. He moved his mouth to my ears, nibbling and tickling them making me giggle, then moved down to my neck and chest. I returned the favor. After pushing up my shirt, he started sucking on my nipples, sometimes a little too hard.We were feeling each other up, even grabbing each other's cocks,. I got into my car and decided to listen to my Final Fantasy playlist on the way home.The drive was long, as it always was. I would wake up hours early and drive all the miles necessary to work. The work was its own reward and the miles traveled never mattered to me.My apartment wasn't much to look at, I prioritized practicality over comfort so it was one of those apartments where the kitchen and the bedroom are the same thing and the only other room is the bathroom. Its basically the real. She tossed them a towel. "Have this with you," and nodding toward the empty jar, "you'll need it afterwards - the first of you, especially." You know you'll like it, so lighten up" Maggie said, while the girls laughed in peals at their father's fake if-requisite hesitance. He was glad for the glass in his hand; he'd need to be liquored-up. It was three evenings later, allowing chaste time for the girls to get anxious and for their daddy to replenish, a day for each daughter. George still. Grandpa moved to the bottom of the bed, bending down over her back, pulling down her My Little Pony panties to sample her flavours.I was really afraid he was going to fuck her sexy little bare bottom - she's really much too young for that, when she scooted away from his cock up the bed to stroke my tits.We kissed - swapping my pussy juices from mouth to mouth while grandpa untied the ropes so he could lift my ankles over his shoulders for a deep anal penetration."Oh Fuck - that hurts, grandpa".