I slept well that night and woke early. I packed a small suitcase with my red halter-neck dress and matching red high-heeled shoes and a few toiletrie..., and headed off to work. I was in the Qantas lounge at the airport by 5:30pm. I went into the toilets and changed into my red dress and high heels no bra, no panties, bare legs. I was ready for Bill. I just hoped that he would want me. Andrew met me at the airport, had a good look at me, then smiled, which I took as approval of my choice of. "Hi, Daddy," she purred stopping by his chair and leaning down to kiss his cheek."No kiss for your Uncle Tom?" her dad's younger brother asked with a grin.Heather laughed as she turned and leaned down to kiss her uncle's cheek. His hands closed over her waist and he turned his head to meet her lips with his. She heard her dad's low laugh as she pressed her hands against her uncle's shoulders. Straightening away from him, she laughed and shook her head as she glanced warily at the other two. It had been more than a week since we had sex for the first time and Gramma had become my favorite fantasy.Her name was Marilyn and she was fifty-eight years old. Her face was beginning to show her age but she was still pretty. She visited the gym three times a week and it showed. Her body was firm and tight, not like a twenty year old but there was very little sag or droop anywhere on her body.There was a knock, an almost gentle knock, on the door. I knew it wasn’t my sister, because she. Don't stop now, please! Just a little more! I'm almost there! Please!" " Noooooooooooo," Carissa wails as the orgasm overtook her. Her face contorted with anger, pain, pleasure, and a hundred other emotions. Wave after wave washed over her as she buried her face in the leather couch to muffle her sobs. In her almost unconscious state, she is vaguely aware that I'm still cumming as well. She feels me make two final thrusts, as my cock jerks spurting another load into her. For a few moments there.