…what a marvellous should it be….! I thought…the market should be muddy…her milky…white body is covered in mud….her white milk tanks are d...ncing…her whole body is shooking in the powerful strokes. Her honey coloured tits should be rubbing against the ground and that gave an electric current to improve the heat in her.The men should be some low class street dogs. Who were using very filthy slag like…”oh……man let tore this street dogs pussy….let drill her mouth till she spit the last drop of her. “I don’t mind sharing my daughters with him. He’s a great man.”“What?” gasped Dusk. This look of shock rippled through her.“What’s wrong with incest?” I asked her.“Well, nothing,” she said. Her brow furrowed. “It just feels so right. At church of all places. That’s so weird.”I shrugged. “Sometimes you just realize things and it doesn’t matter where you are. So ... You want him.”“Yes,” Dusk groaned. “But ... but...”“He’s with June right now.” I leaned in. “He’s making love to her. He’s got his. Came home. She was alone and soon sat in a chair with a rope I had given her as a little present, and I had thoughtfully fetched with me tying her to the old carver chair at the table end. Together we sat waiting, her rather nice body writhing in its bounds and with her asking and begging tearfully to know what I wanted and who the hell I was etc, etc, I just sat there with a grin, just out of shot of my movie camera as she slowly got more hysterical as the hours progressed. Finally, we heard. Never, never, never mention your ex. or her ex.4. Dress well and take your Granny to nice places, if you can find a bar with an older crowd (40/50) so much the better. Never take her to a biker bar or a bar with loud metal music. 5. Watch for your Granny’s signals, handholding, a good night kiss, are OK. The minute she lets you start felling up her nice ass or breasts you are home free; she wants to be fucked right now.6. Slowly undress your granny in layers and don’t be in a hurry, she may.