I remember the first time I noticed the girls. I was off work and sitting by the pool when this girl, I would say eleven or twelve-years-old was sitt...ng across from me. Whenever I looked up, she was staring at me. We were in the lounge type chairs and she was covered with her towel and I was laying on mine. I looked up and she was sitting with a leg on either side of the chair and she had moved he towel as if she was getting up. When she moved the leg of her suit slid to the side giving me. I smiled and blew him or who ever was watching a kiss.As Karen began kissing my vulva I sat up and said, "I wonder if your husband has returned yet. Too bad he couldn't have been here watching."Karen said, "No, you don't. When he watches he thinks he is some sort of director where he wants me to this and that or my lover to do them. He just needs to watch and keep his mouth shut but he can't. Most likely he would have wanted to screw you and while he is a good lay, I have had better."Karen. .." Unless what?" the girl asked, her exasperation evident.Anthony frantically went over the rules of the contest in his mind, trying to remember the least amount of activity he could reasonably expect to count."I need to see your tits," he finally said, unable for whatever reason to look the girl in the eye."Is that it?" the girl laughed, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. "I had to do more than that just to get out of Minnesota." Stop," Anthony said, waving his arms at the girl. "There's. Can I touch them also Grandpa?" Yes go ahead."Kristy grabbed my testicles and squeezed them. I winced in pain."Careful, you can't hold them like that - you have to be careful with them, sort of treat them like eggs." I'm sorry grandpa, I didn't know. Are you all right? Did I hurt your testacals?" They are ok, just don't squeeze them so hard,"Kristy gently squeezed my balls with one hand as she stroked my cock with her other."Grandpa, do you have to pee?" Kristy asked."No, why do you ask?" Well.