.One day I expected to see her come home chewing tobacco, but she spared me that.That is where the story of Colie, my eighteen-year-old granddaughter,...Sadie, and their friend Jessica begins...Colie had a half-sister, sixteen years older, my daughter, from my first marriage. Sharon was a complete grown-up, more than her dad, had a doctorate in clinical psychology, had passed every exam she had ever attempted, always at the top of any class she was in. She was uncomfortable cracking a smile or. Many people came up to us, thanking us for the wonderful human-interest story we had written.We stayed for the rest of the evening, which had started with a sit-down dinner.After it was all over, we got a cab to take us to our hotel, where we celebrated with one another most of the evening.After a cab to the airport, we were back in Cedar City by dinnertime the next day.To welcome us back home, Dad had barbecued some burgers and hot dogs, and we all ate until we couldn't eat another bite.Things. " Her fingers pulled at the tape. They were nearly supersonic. "Ah, yes. Mr. Hunt: She turned around and grabbed my, you know, thing, and then bent over, and then knelt down in front of me. What was I supposed to do? I swung around, and she positioned herself in front of me, and began to service me, uh, orally." She paused. "I'm sorry your Honor. That's not it. It must be a little further along."To be truthful I was a little further along myself. I was looking at an amazing beaver shot, right. She met every one of my thrust by pushing back on me and wiggling her hips. My groin area was bouncing off that huge ass so hard it was making that noise like when a rubber ball is bounced on concrete. I could tell she had not been fucked like this for a long time. After she had at least five orgasms I told her to get back in the front seat of my truck. When she got in I reclined the seat back and pulled her shoulder straps of her dress down to expose her tits. They were at least DD's and.