Now, do you remember what these are called? " I said as I cupped my testicles in my hand."Yes they are called 'testacles' or something like that." Yes... testicles. Sometimes people refer to them as balls." I like that better, I'll call them your balls then. Can I touch them also Grandpa?" Yes go ahead."Kristy grabbed my testicles and squeezed them. I winced in pain."Careful, you can't hold them like that - you have to be careful with them, sort of treat them like eggs." I'm sorry grandpa, I. He then pulled me closer to him, and told me now was the time. He came closer to me and kissed me for the first time. I felt very different, aroused, excited all at the same time.We kissed passionately for about 10minutes. He broke the kiss and tossed me onto the bed.I was on the bed like a girl ready to get fucked. He undressed. I was seeing a man’s dick in real for the first time. He came towards me and pounced on me. He pressed my boobs very hard while kissing me. I was enjoying every bit of. "While she spoke, she opened my pants and pulled them down to my thighs. The dress pants were tight under my tuxedo jacket, so there was little risk that they would fall further.My cock was more than half hard and rising. She purred as she rubbed it against her breasts, and then drew it between her lips as she sucked and licked to get me fully hard.The vixen wasn't wearing panties, so when she pulled the back of her dress up and bent forward over small table below the window, I was able to step. When he was not, the rest of his time was devoted to his various hobbies and interests. Seldom did he stop and thank or appreciate his wife for all she does. He was more interested in himself and his hobbies than his wife. Seldom did he truly make love to her, romance her, or take her out for a night on the town, let alone a simple dinner at a nice restaurant. Annabel felt alone. She had many hobbies herself, but nothing can replace a craving for love, attention, praise, the need to be touched,.