I was wondering..." You're asking me to keep him busy tonight?" Nimue gasped with surprise, her cry cutting my words off. As she spoke colour rushing ...o her face and I could see anger flare in her eyes."No," I declared firmly, raising a hand to silence her protest, "I would never do that to you or any other woman who wasn't willing to undertake that task. What I do want from you is your assistance in finding a woman, perhaps from amongst Jared's mistresses or maybe a serving wench who would be. "I can't believe the fucking coaches can just decide that a break that's been planned for two months suddenly isn't. Can you imagine my manager coming up to me and saying that? 'Uh, yeah, that All-Star week thing? We've canceled it this year. Tough luck, Kid.' That's not the way real people act." I'm not the only one inconvenienced," Chastity said defensively. "A lot of the others are in the same situation." Then maybe a bunch of you should tell the coach to go fuck herself," Brock said. He was. "Right on the line."He pulled two beers out of the cooler. He opened one and offered the other to his granddaughter. Ashley hesitated. Grandpa Walt has never been this cool. He was always a real hard-liner. Was this some kind of test? She looked at him nervously, afraid to act."Go ahead," he said. "I won't tell your parents. Even if they do find out, you can just blame me. Your chicken shit dad wouldn't dare say a damn thing to me about it." He winked at her.Ashley laughed. He was right. She. His mouth latched on to my nipple and he began suckling me. My mind was numb. His fingers pried my pussy lips apart; crumbling dried cum flaked away as my thatched pubic hair untangled to reveal the dripping opening of my lubricated pleasure tunnel, my juices mixing with the cum of countless loads pumped into me throughout the night. I would be his cum receptacle.I closed my eyes and laid back, floating away in a sea of cotton sheets. His swollen cock slipped into me with no resistance offered..