Sunday morning she was at my door and very soon we began removing stuff from the loft, stuff such as books, DVD’s etc that I didn’t bother to open...and arrange when I moved into the apartment. Very soon I began arranging the stuff, Stella standing right next to me. My cock was stirring in my pants as while we were working we would brush against each other and many a times brushed against her big boobs and ass. It had been some time since I last had sex. I wondered what it would be like to make. AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!"I felt the bulbous head nudging at my opening to my little worn out pussy. I had spent all my energy on that last fuck. I let out a deep groaning gasp as I felt the head of his cock slip between my wet pussies. Unable to move anymore I only managed a feeble verbal struggle saying, “PLEASE, FUCK ME” If he heard me he didn’t show it as he attempted to slide his cock into me. The sudden thrust, I whimpered, “it won’t fit, and my pussy is too worn out and small?’ That he heard and,. “Ouch!” Savita moaned. “Naughty.” She smiled at him at an angle. She brought both her hands to her chest and pushed Suresh’s hands outward. Still looking into his eyes, she knelt down and pulled down his pants further until he got out of them.“I’ve never even done this to your father.” She said, still looking into Suresh’s eyes and brought her mouth close to his hard cock. She licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue before opening wide to take in her son’s entire cock inside her. "I said "Yes and no. It is grandfather's old truck. It still looks like it on the outside but the inside is what made it mine. I loved our grandparents. I miss them to this day. I try to act in ways that they would be proud to say that I'm their grandson."Marianne said, "But the company was built by grandfather." Yes, but it wasn't his life. His life was his faith, his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. That is what was important to him and is important to me. Karen and I will build.