Ek ko suck karta to dusre ko jor jor se daba raha tha woh exsitemnt me “ahhha ahhhh ahhh ahhhh “kar rahi thiPhir maine pura saree aur blouse ko un...e body se nikal diya phir woh sirf peticote me thi maine unke naval pe kiss kiya aur apne touge se use lick karne laga woh maon karne lagi thi “aaaahh aaahh uuaaahh uuuhhh” maine unke peticote bhi nikal diya ab woh sirf panty me hi thi phir maine apna lund ko unke muh me lene ko kaha woh boli ki mine aise kabhi munh me nahi li he .To maine kaha ki. Ikicked off my shoes while dropping my trousers and briefs; releasing myfully hard 8 inch rod. She sat up and reached forward, removing myuniform shirt and undershirt as she kissed my face, tasting herself inthe process. She then pulled me towards her again, mashing her breastsinto my chest, scooting her hips to the edge of the table until she waspressing up against my erection.She held my hardness briefly in her hand; then, lying back, spread herlegs and offered me her virgin hole. Gently. Through the earliest days when she had rolled snow into snowmen with her mom, to schooldays where the snowballs were used to make forts and then to launch air strikes. Snowball fights filled with laughter and friends, and later when their finger tips where pink, warm mugs of hot cocoa and giggling talk of boys and school and holiday plans and Christmas wishes. Then on to middle school. Skating while holding hands with a boy and later kissing each other on the cheek and sometimes going for a. My pussy twitched at the thought of that night when he surprised me and changed my entire outlook on old men. I have always loved older men, like my father's age. Really old men couldn't have sex – at least that was what I thought until that night. Now I look at them a lot differently."Okay, Grandpa, I'll drive down tomorrow and spend a couple of nights. Does Grandma still go to bingo on Saturday night?" My father had bought me this beautiful red Mustang convertible for my seventeenth birthday.