Her face bright red and full of tears. “I wasn’t with him, I wasn’t with him I swear, he was with Gretchen and I was hiding in a stall. I swea... to God Elizabeth I’m not lying to you I wasn’t with him.” She wiped her tears and looked at me with doubt. “You can ask Gretchen, just please calm down,” I begged. I walked to her slowly and put my hands on her shoulders. I looked her in the eyes, making direct eye contact, “I wasn’t with him. He didn’t even know I was there.” I could tell her. When she dried her back and ass, her boobs wiggled back and forth along with her fat. My dick was rock hard. I took my eye away from the keyhole for a second, and when I looked back I saw her close to the door and the door suddenly opened, and there she was. My naked grandmother looking down at me on the floor masturbating to the sight of her stepping out of the shower. I immediately jumped up and ran through her room to mine. I buried my head in my pillow and started crying not knowing what. Mmmmma challenge. Soon I had that big Dildo (about as big around as my wrist) in her pussy. I sucked on her nipple as she used that smallvibe on her Clit. Brenda took a bit but when she came she archedher back about a foot off of the bed and let out a gutturalmoan that surely could be heard outside. She came like thisfor about 90 seconds. Wall by now I was quite hard, as I removed that dildo I insertedmy cock and concentrated on my orgasm. And i came hard, too.Brenda walked me to my car arm in. “Yes you do, you horny little slut,” he urges, almost aggressively, and pushes deeper with three fingers now. I feel a sudden sharp pain, and let out a cry. As he pulls his fingers out again, they have my blood on them. I’m torn. He stops, shocked at what he has done to me, looking at his red, dripping fingers. But now I am gone too far, and even knowing he has ripped my hymen open isn’t enough to stop the inevitable from happening. Despite the momentary pain, I am rubbing my clit harder and.