I'm making rattlesnake chili." Ok, grandpa," Ben said, stretching the words out uncertainly. "I'll be back for dinner, I promise." You know he's going...to do his best to avoid your rattlesnake chili," Gwen said as she and her grandfather watched Ben disappear down the dirt road."I'm sure he'll try," Grandpa Max said with a grin, "but he doesn't know how long rattlesnake chili can simmer without going bad. As long as he comes back to go to bed dinner will still be ready." Sounds good," Gwen said,. At this point I could feel him grinding some, but I could not see what he was doing as he held my head down. At some point I realized he had gotten his shorts down around his knees and was rubbing dick on the crack of my ass through my shorts. I was getting hard now Ron released my head but continued to hold me down. As he grind into me with his dick he put his hand on the front of my shorts and started rubbing my little stiffy. With in minutes I could feel my self cumming, not really knowing. She reached for her shower gel and squeezed the bottle, rubbing the silky liquid between her fingers, the fresh smell of strawberries overtaking the smell of chlorine of the changing rooms. She rubbed it across her body, using her index finger and thumb to massage her shoulder, closing her eyes. The heavy falling of the water around her ears meant that she didn’t hear the shower door open behind her, but she did feel the cool air push its way in. She knew who it was. Now she was aware he was. Yes, yes, I know it's weird to be talking about your mother like that but I'm painfully aware that she's attractive, definitely a MILF.Yesterday evening I was talking to Ray on Facebook and he asked me about my sex life, since I had recently got together with a girl at my university called Sally. When I asked him about his in return he made another 'Motherfucker' joke, he'd been going pretty hard with them that whole day and he was finally starting to piss me off. I snapped off a joke about how.