“Want me to take some of the bottles?” Without a response, she came off the couch and bent over to pick up our empties, this time facing the couch...that Jeremiah and I sat on, giving us a front-row seat to the cleavage that created quite a spectacle over her low-cut dress. She managed to grab all of the bottles with her small hand (especially for her height) and strutted back into the kitchen.I couldn’t help but have the feeling that every single one of us watched her ass until the kitchen door. The head slid in easily. He slowly eased his cock in and out in order to lubricate it. With each gentle thrust of his hips, his dick went in further until it was stopped by her virginity. "Ow! Grandpa, that hurts! I want to stop!" the little girl cried. "It's OK, honey. It will stop hurting soon. Grandpa has to push it in real quick to pop your cherry. Then it won't hurt, I promise. " "OK, grandpa!" she whimpered. The old man held her arms tightly to her sides as he gave a final thrust of his. A perfect outfit for going clubbing, picking up a guy, then getting a good hard fucking. That was how Marissa spent most Saturday nights. She was a slut and loved it. As she put the lippy back in her small handbag the door to the toilets banged open and in walked Julie. She carried a glass of beer, walked up to the mirrors, stood behind Marissa and without warning poured it all over Marissa's hair and face. Julie was a regular at Dew Drop Inn, she and her friends spent Saturdays there getting. Shall we go to my bedroom then?”“Please.”“Wait here then while I slip into something more comfortable.”A few minutes later she returned. I looked at her and she looked at me. I was very excited at the site of her pretty body. She was naked, except for a light coloured, black negligee which covered her body.“You wont me, don’t you,” she asked, while she looked me up and down with her eyes.I was so excited, I was speechless. “Yes, I do want you. Ever since I first saw you half an hour ago, I’ve.