She asked, what was she to do? Herbie told her to do whatever she thought best. Jean finished the dishes and left the kitchen. Laughing to say, “goi...g to shower this Granny away. I can't believe y'all talked about my Granny panties”. Walking into their family room, she found Peter there alone. He had showered and changed into a “wife beater” shirt and baggy, loose leg nylon shorts. He told her that Paul had left with their neighbor James and would be back in an hour. Jean wore a . It was the one night of the week that she really looked forward to, and tonight was going to be that extra bit special. She was oblivious to everything going on around her ... a bomb could have gone of in the street outside and she wouldn't have noticed, or been interested. Then... ... It's still number one, it's Top of the Pops!Shirley liked most of the songs in the show that week and the half-hour soon passed ... it would be on soon ... her favourite: ... We have a brand new number one this. The door shut behind me and locked and before I had chance to turn around she was up against me, her red lips on mine tasting as sweet as ever. This time I was taking charge. I picked her up and slammed her on the desk. Our tongues intwined in a passionate kiss I began to take off my shirt and trousers as she took off her sexy dress. She gracefully took it off like a swan going across the water. Her legs and curves perfect against the silk as it slipped down her legs to the floor. My cock was. I did as ordered and waited with my back arched, ass up once again. I could hear Daddy fumble with a condom then, coming up behind me, I felt his throbbing cock press against my wet, eager waiting pussy. Oh yes I thought to myself... finally, Daddy cock! And with that, Daddy pressed into me hard and deep, I felt it sharply, not quite painful but forceful enough to really feel it stretch and fill me instantly. Now, I'm not into being hurt but I do love to be taken, owned, used like a toy for.