His hands became her seat as he walked her around the deep end. Her eyes sparkled, eyelashes stuck together by the water.“You can touch me,” she s...id quietly and his right fingers found the small crotch of her thong and moved it aside. “That feels nice,” she said of his fingers probing her pussy.“You are a little imp, teasing me like this.” He could feel his cock trying to escape his suit.“I’m not teasing you, I want you to finger my pussy.”Dan walked her to the steps then he sat on the edge of. You see, when I hear language like that coming from a young girl like you, what does it say about her? It says to me, “Hey this girl had been with lots of guys; she’s a whore, a slut. I know what I’m dealing with. Now I’m not saying that you can’t use language like that, but now you know how I feel about it,” I explained. She though for a second and then said, “I’m sorry Gramps, I just thought that it would turn you on. I’ll never use those words again, I promise.” “Sweety, I’m just saying. In all, I think I came four times and Alan, twice. What was different was that he managed to cum in my mouth. He spurted what seemed like a pint of semen down my throat, I had trouble swallowing it all. I loved every sticky drop.We also tried fucking while standing up. I stood against the wall by the bed with one foot on the nightstand so Alan had easy access to my hole. With Alan thrusting up me using his powerful legs. I managed a wonderful orgasm, but Alan kept on fucking me after I'd cum. . a ... a ... Chr... Christ...mas c... card ...isn't ... it?"The paper was not so much folded as creased and crumpled; it looked morelike it had been caught in something and scrunched up by accident; itwas slightly grubby, but on what Ruth recognised to be intended as thefront, there were two muddy paw prints, presumably in place of the wordsMerry Christmas. Then she pulled the paper flat, as if opening a card,to find three paw marks, which immediately leapt out as a heartbreakingsubstitute for.