A movement on the stairway caught his eye, and his daughter, Zoe, stepped out of the shadows.“Was she good?” Zoe asked, her voice very even, not a...hint of anger.“She was excellent,” Grampa replied, motioning her into his room. “Very tasty, and a nice fuck as well,” he told her. Zoe wore a flimsy nightie with no panties underneath, an outfit which Grampa knew meant she had come down for a nice fuck before breakfast. She sat on his bed, and he sat beside her, still naked.Zoe wanted to know what. How could she have been so wrong? How could she have done this to me without asking first? I fell down on the couch and cried bitter tears.*******************************************Authors notes: Oh, come on, people, what did you expect? It's a Halloween story, after all. Okay, I told you this story was based on a real ghost story, and here's what happened. Sometime in the early 1980's, a man purchased an abandoned house built in the 1800's with plans to refurbish it. The first night in. You know the size I’m blessed with and you love every last millimetre. I watch your face as I just keep going, further and further, all the way in to end up pubic bone to pubic bone. You have told me in the past that I had been reaching places no one else ever had and you loved it, as you love it now. Your eyes unfocussed by the sensations as I start the age old dance. That slow fucking motion, my balls hanging and banging against the cheeks of your butt as you hold me to you. Hands around the. Ze schud een kussen in mijn rug zodat ik lekker recht op kan zitten en op zo’n speciaal tafeltje zet ze het dien blad neer. Nou is Mia wl een jaar of 15 ouder als mij, maar dat kon je amper zien, zo goed zag ze eruit. Ze begint honderd uit tegen me te lullen met een taal doorspekt met Surinaamse woorden, en daar moet ik altijd om lachen. Tegen de tijd dat ik mijn ontbijt op hebt, ruimt ze keurig de slaapkamer op en komt dan op de rand van mijn bed zitten. Ik word zo geil van dat goddelijke.