That's when the aroma of her perfume hit him. She wore Alfred Sung, or 'sexscent,' as they called it in private. He had given it to her for Christmas,...nd she wore it often, but it never lost its appeal. He made a big productionof leaning close to her neck on the right-hand side and inhaling the fragrancein a long deep breath, at which she let out an almost imperceptible sigh. His hands feeling a little restless, he slid them upwards and cupped herbreasts. Again he strategically avoided her. .." If I like!" Hah! I pulled down her panties and she lifted each knee to allow me to get them all the way off. Now her gloriously tight asshole was visible as well as her smooth pink pussy lips below. My cock was demanding satisfaction now. And I wasn't sure my fist would be enough to provide that satisfaction. I climbed onto the bed behind The now panting brunette and devoured the sight of her naked loins. I couldn't help myself. I really couldn't. I moved closer and then I got my. The red welt across her tits pulsed with a dull ache. And she knew he would want to give her even more pain if the occasion arose."You haughty French bitches think you are too good for the likes of me. I was born a peasant. But I am no longer one. You are a sultry one. What do you think of making love to me?" No!" she blurted. The girl realized this was what the man wanted to hear. In spite of the pain he might give her, she had to give him what he was searching for. It was his fantasy trip,. "Manners, Brie," Ben said in mild reproof."Sorry, Grandpa," the girl said, smiling at the correction.She loved the way her Grandpa Jones corrected her. He had always been a stickler for manners, but didn't talk the subject to death. The few times she had ignored his warnings, he had simply told her they could talk more when she learned manners, and tuned her out. He always had time to explain things to her, but insisted on good manners at all times."This is Jimmy," Brie continued in.