The back was much the same, that would take more than a couple of days to sort out and it was big and had a drive too.I had the strangest of feelings ...hen I walked up the path. I couldn’t put a finger on it, it was a nice feeling. I inserted the main door key and discovered the front door was already unlocked. Strange my wife hadn’t locked it, unless she parked around the back.I let myself into the hallway. Just to the right was the first flight of stairs, to the left the front room. Ahead, the. It last fifteen minutes in all.My memory is violated, assumptions debunked by this newly discovered visual archival material. It is a revising of history, the textbook of my youth re-written. And I am angry, angry, angry — furious that she could allow herself to be debased so thoroughly. And I realise this was the moment of the beginning of the end for Angie and me. And I wondered where she was now, whether she knows her moment of glory is online for all to see. And as the third man. The sweet tearing sound of her blouse a Duryodhana and Panchali scene as I removed her saree and picked her up as her long hair tickled my ball sack as my dick went in that tight wet salty pussy. I snapped back into reality as my granddad yelled at me,Granddad: DEI ASHU, I am going up park on the bike and come for lunch, you haven’t eaten all dayMe: yaa, will comeI then walked over to herMe: Hey rosy cheeks you’re still hereP: Hmm yaa, those mover assholes said for the money I gave, they will. So, not surprisingly, I sat there appraising my grandmother's figure, she was dressed, of course, very nicely, her hair and face perfectly done up, a dark skirt and jacket, trim at her waist, the jacket revealing to my view a good bit of cleavage that was especially enhanced whenever she reached for her wine glass. A jeweled pendant nestled between her breasts and I kept watching it move within her cleavage as we ate our supper.I'm probably a pretty typical male of age fifteen. The expanse of.