”“KATHY! He’s your fucking grandfather! A grandfather doesn’t fuck his own offspring! My God, girl; this is crazy shit!”“You know he’s n...t my real Grandad. Besides, we’ve been having sex for over two years; it’s no big deal.She presented Chris with two, one hundred dollar bills, “Fifteen minutes of riding a damn good cock for this. Maybe you should hit up your grandpa, he’s richer than mine.”Chris took the bills and examined them. She’d been living with Kathy for five months and never had a. This was still just the beginningthough. Soon he would make Kelly cum hard and often on his big black cockand she would crave his virile organ instead of her husband's. Kelly had to stop Reggie somehow. She hated the way he kept making hercum. But her orgasms strengthened and occurred more frequently as theevening passed, weakening her will to resist. She had fought valiantly toretain control of her body, but in the end, Reggie's stamina and sexualskill overcame her defenses. Nature and. Cris is pure sex appeal in her tight leopard print dress with spaghetti strap shoulders and a short hemline, black stockings, black heels and her hair pulled back with a black headband with little crystals. John brings out the larger black sedan, which has more room. The two ladies whisper and smile and take furtive looks at John before moving towards the car. Kitty takes John’s hand and lets him escort her to the front seat. Cris jumps in the back and they are off. At the Getty Center John. ..anything." she winked at me. "Please, Ms. Thompson, call me Xavier." I said stupidly. "As you wish. But call me Cindy. We should be friends in this workplace. The boss said for us to get acquainted right? Lets go for some coffee after work." she offered. "I don't drink coffee, I'm afraid. How about a beer?" I asked. She nodded. After work I called the wife with my cellphone saying that I had some extra work to take care of. Most of the time this was true so my wife.