It surged forward, then was pulled back with his withdrawal. I began pushing back against him to get more force and more pressure. I felt something bu...lding inside me. A pressure and force I could not control. He slammed into me. I felt him squeeze my ass with both his hands and as his dick hit deep and his body slap against mine, I lost control. I let out a slight scream, and then constant moans. The orgasm hit me hard, and I collapsed my head into the couch. A huge stream of fluid shot out of. Not only was it a grenade, it was coming right toward me. I had what I hoped would be a great idea and adjusted my position to better prepare my plan. I switched to holding my AK by the barrel end - which burnt the hell out of my hands because the barrel was hotter than hell from all the rounds I'd fired through this piece of shit. But right now I had to ignore the pain and get on with my plan. When the grenade got close enough I smacked the hell out of the grenade with the wooden buttstock. Nanna had a house in Florida and wore clothes that made her seem much younger and had the bronzed skin of someone who spent most of their time in the Florida sun. After Mr. Jones left, Mark and Justin went to the living room and flipped on the TV. Pretty soon, they were feeling each other up and Justin had Mark's cock in his hand, jerking him off slowly while he kissed his neck. "We're going to have to keep our hands to ourselves once Nanna is here," said Mark. "Well we better get in some fun. Ah've told you hunners ae times." That's enough," Shona told her eldest daughter who shovelled her dinner into her mouth. "What's got-in-tae ya?" She," Moira spat as bits of potato hit her disappointed sister. "She tried to chat up Quentin."Shona and Iain both looked at Abigail who shook her head. "I did not," she cried, angrily. "I teased him. Nuttin' more." Yer liar," Moira shouted. "'E told me what ya said. Yer a clatty, nasty..."Iain stopped his daughter by banging on the table. "Ah'll.