My legs are straddling around grandmothers hips, with myarms around grandmother's neck to keep me from falling.I start to daydream about the ride over...here, and how I did not complainat all. I did not say a word when she buckled me into the car seat, whichof course up until today was the real Miley's. Now unfortunately it seemslike I am the new owner of a pink Barbie baby car seat. Man why doeseverything that was bought for Miley have to be pink? Grandmother shutsmy door and the real Miley of. " These were the very words I said to her the first time I'd fucked her arse. The little bitch had remembered and was now totally humiliating me and getting her own back. Right in front of her lover. Eventually, the pain subsided and I could feel her thrusting getting longer, faster and more deeper up my arse. I looked in the mirror and watched as my wife fucked my arse whilst Harry looked on. I saw Angela, gesturing for Harry to remove his clothes, which he did. I was a little disappointed to. My cock should be put on the injured reserve list.’ Now, she was alarmed again. ‘Oh, did I hurt you? Let me see. Maybe I can kiss it and make it better.’ She did kiss it and it got better, a lot better. After three or four minutes of kissing it was as if it had never been hurt. I had been so lost in my own fulfillment that I did not even know if she had been satisfied. ‘I – ah — did you finish?’ She laughed a little when she said. ‘Long before you. It was all I could do to keep going until you. Ann came out with a glass of whiskey as well. She handed him the bottle and he topped up his glass. He looked at her, standing in the sunset. She was small, and had clearly lost weight in the past months. Her faded jeans hung low on her, completely distorting her figure. Her British paleness was hidden underneath all that dust. She looked durable though, as if the place shed from her all excess fat and luxury and left a tough, harsh and lean creature. It was not good to stare, so he drunk.