...female hormones, would do to a boymy age, for as far back as I could remember I've felt like a girl and Iknew that puberty was coming and I dreaded...the thought of going throughit as a boy, I saw what it was doing to my brother Mike, he's a freshmanand a year older than me, a natural athlete like my Dad and he wasfollowing in Dad's footsteps, my Dad had been good enough to play collegefootball and Mike, who was only a freshman and on the varsity teamalready, was just as good an athlete as Dad. Daddy bent his head down to meet my lips as my arms circled his neck. The kiss deepened with our pent up desire and smoltering need. "Oh baby, you have no idea how much I have missed you". "I can't make these long trips without you anymore" as he held me high against his chest, burying his head against my breast sucking and nibbling me through the material, too impatient to wait. Daddy carried me into the bedroom and as I slid down his body and touched the floor I could feel his raging hard. “Make yourself cum while my cock is in you,” he ordered. I propped myself up with one hand and grabbed my wet seven and a half cut inches and stroked myself, rounding the cockhead, about ten times and then pushed myself into Patel’s hard-hugeness and slammed my g-spot. I came hard. The first squirt shot out to my hand. Patel saw this and pumped me about four more times, causing amazing pleasure, but making my cum leak out, instead of shoot. What the visual lacked, the tactile made up for. His. Tujhe garmi lag raha hain is shirt pahenne main. Is liye main tera school-shirt utar raha hu.”Sreya said: “Okay Dadaji” like a obedient school-girl.I removed Sreya’s school-shirt and thrown it aside. Sreya was wearing a red bra under her yellow school-shirt. Though Sreya is little in size and has a childish look, her boobs are not that much small. So, now my cute, white, shy, gentle 18-year old granddaughter Sreya is now sitting on my lap wearing a red bra and grey school-miniskirt, and I am.