" What? Cian! I..." Eithne, I just want a kiss." "Uhm. Shouldn't we get our bags out of the hallway Cian?" Oh, sure..."Eithne got off Cian's lap and ...e brought their bags into the room. Noticing the room for the first time, it was a quaint little room. The most noticeable feature was a four poster king size bed covered with a seemingly handmade quilt. On one table was a marble stylized sculpture of a man and woman embracing, but not otherwise erotic. On one of the night-stands was a small bowl. I had seem some men look at my grandma like that, but it was like fire the way they looked at my mom. I overheard boys and men talking about the, "big tittied blonde", and realized just how special she was, and wanted to grow like her more than ever. I went to a few more track meets, and football games where she cheered, and her breasts always caught men's attention.My grandfather died when I was about 4, which besides bringing much sadness to the family, also brought many financial problems.. He was inside her arse and he felt the most intense pleasure of his life. It felt as if the warmest hands in the world caressed and stroked his dick, rubbing and massaging it with their velvety touch. There was a deliciously sensual contact between the two now, as Dany rode Jon and he could see her breasts bounce from her torso, their firmness and softness his to handle as he pleased.Jon reached for Dany’s tits, fondling them in ways that left no question of his lust and passion for her. He. Our tongues were swirling. He slipped off my shirt and I unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zipper and reached inside and caressed his warm hardness then felt his hands gripping my ass and pulling me closer. We lay down on the couch, sinking into the soft cushions, his body hovering over me. I started sliding my skirt off, his hands helping. I lifted my ass, feeling him slipping off my soaked panties. Then, he took off his jeans and T-shirt and there we were making sweet, gentle love, the.