"Not really," I frowned. "They're not used to getting so much snow this far south. It's six hours home under sunny conditions. Never mind this mess. I...d rather take my chances on a plane than on a road full of morons who only see snow once every five years. And there's no telling if they have the plows and salt trucks necessary to clear the roads." I suppose you're right," she sounded dejected."Let's go get something to eat," I suggested, trying to change the subject.We made our way to the food. His claws dig now against the top of my legs and his body to continues to thrust forward, not pulling back.I feel him throb inside of me. I feel the pressure of his knot press against my g-spot, I feel his heavy, furry, heat on my back, on my legs, running down my thighs, inside of my fucked lips. And I cum.It builds from my stuffed lips, from my g-spot being forcibly massaged, my lips being made to accommodate his immense girth, my entire vagina as his fat dick begins to throb in me – it even. That was until we were asked by our grandsons andgreat-grandson to come. Well after listening to what your teachers havesaid about our great-grandson we are appalled at what you have twistedour meager week of understanding into. You turned it into a week of purecommercialism and vanity, you ignored the meaning of tolerance andunderstanding. The only one this week who has shown any realunderstanding of this week is our great-grandson. This tradition endsnow."She was fiery. For a woman in her 90s. That was my first look at her pubic peach fuzz. Cindy walked toward me and stood right between my knees. I looked into her smiling face and reached up to place my palms on her breasts. I felt her little pink nipples harden under my touch. Cindy closed her eyes and started breathing harder. I squeezed my fingers over the fullness of her breasts like spiders. I pulled on her breasts shaping them into a cone until my fingers were pulling on her nipples and stretching them out in length. Finally at.