I was born when mom was forty-two. That means my grandmother was eighty-six when I was born. She still worked the farm she had inherited from her pare...ts. Actually, for most of my life, she rented it out for crop share and only supervised things at planting and harvest. I don’t know how much actual supervision she did, but I remember her and me sitting out in the pickup watching the tractors as they planted or the combines when they harvested. They took grandma’s license away when she was. She started talking dirty. “Fuck me harder. Drill the hole. Fill my pussy with your hot rod,” she was screaming.I started increasing my pace, drilling her even harder. I grabbed her boobs from behind and pressed them hard. We were both sweating despite the AC. I slowly increased my pace. And the moans grew louder.Her warm fluids on my dick felt so good. I grabbed her waist tight and started dumping her. She was screaming in pleasure. I started pressing her ass cheeks. They were so firm.After. Besides I doubt if there are any good costumes left.Yes! You do have to try it on now. I don't care if Halloween is still aweek away. I want to see how it fits and looks on you. It's a good thingthat you are small for your age. You know that I want you to look yourbest and to do this costume justice; you will have to practice some tomake it look right.Take off your clothes while I prepare your bath. Don't look at me likethat. I've changed your diaper many times and you have nothing that Ihave. Ray smiled and twirled his ironic mustache which according to his friends from Warsaw made him look like Polish nobility. Today was indeed the day. Alex, the only other person who was supposed to be at work in the morning, had just called in sick. Ray had the entire place to himself. He slowly began to unzip his trousers and took one last look at his Super Mario boxers. This was his only chance. “Fuck, do I really want to do this?” he muttered to himself but the answer was obvious. Of course he.