Jason arrived looking super hot in a black suit with white shirt. When he saw that I was bent over and waiting for him, he didn’t wait around before...sliding his fingers around my soaking wet hole to prepare me for his cock. Within a few moments, Jason had pulled out his rock hard dick and was sliding inside me. Something else I love about sex with Jason is that he has a satisfyingly large cock and always makes sure to give me a huge load!He forcefully fucked me while his hands ran over my. We jogged back to the house, and we had broken a pretty good sweat so I decided to take a shower. As I hopped in, I washed my usual self, I kept seeing visions of my grandmother in my head, so, I decided to jerk off. As I was stroking it, I heard the door crack then a voice, "Honey? I noticed there weren't any towels, so I brought you some."My prick was all 9 inches and hard as hell. I slid the curtain open and said, "Thanks, grandma." She still stood there staring at me, in her towel. She was. Alison!’ She waved, beaming the same captivating smile that still haunts me to this day. For the next three mornings, I would draw Alison’s blood, each time, learning a little more about her. She told me of her childhood in rural Indiana, growing up poor on her family’s small farm and how the only thing that saved her from continuing the family legacy of toil and dearth was ambition, a love of the English language and a full scholarship to NYU. Upon graduating, she remained in Manhattan, using. ”“Well of course!” she said mirthfully. “A baby would be VERY inconvenient! It would interfere with medical school and cause more than a few problems at home! Anything else?”“Other than that, you have to cook, clean, and do my laundry,” I smirked.“I asked for a lover, not a husband!” she laughed. “I will have THAT problem when I go home and get married.”“Why not marry an American? I’m sure you could find someone willing to move to Istanbul with you. I hear it’s a cosmopolitan city and a fun.