Like he couldn’t warm her up. That’s the reason he played around and the reason he left her,” Grandpa said.“She’s more than warm now. She’... burning up,” I replied.“You stay here and watch until it’s your turn,” Grandpa said.Grandpa stripped off his clothes. Okay, I’ll admit it. I took a long, hard look at his cock. Guys do that, you know, whether they admit it or not. I’d seen more than a few in the locker room. Grandpa’s cock looked like a telephone pole sticking out of a briar patch, if you. I couldn't look away as Clint showed Mr. Armstrong how to be a man.CRACK!“Do you understand, Mr. Armstrong?” Clint demanded. “How to treat your wife?”He nodded.Clint shifted to the side. “Well?”smackIt was such a limp-wristed spanking. I shook my head in disgust as Mr. Armstrong pulled back his hand. He swallowed as his wife shuddered on the massage table, her ass a bright red. The woman whimpered.“What was that?” Clint demanded.CRACK!“This is how you spank a woman.”CRACK!“Look at her moaning.. Then the lovebirds had a spat.Jets passed overhead. Hotel guests arrived. Guests left. Finally, Larry spoke up. “You know, I think, maybe….”Greg: “Go on, finish. Nobody is going to hear you. Nobody cares what we say to each other.”Larry offered, “Let’s go for a walk. I brought a vape pipe with some really good stuff in it. Like you, I share.”“I see now,” Greg answered. “She really wanted to go to New York with you and your friend. I forbade it and threatened her with divorce if she went along. As the weather began to cool off she would invite me to her apartment for a bite and some good fucking. She wasn't much of a cook but it was better than eating in the cafeteria, and we finished up naked in bed using each other's bodies rigorously for hours. She had the sweetest tasting pussy I had ever eaten. Sometimes I would lick her cunt for so long that she would have to push me away and beg for me to impale her with my cock. It wasn't romantic at all. It was almost barbaric the way we.