Most weekends you could find them swimming in my pool. Sometimes I would join them but there were a few moments where I would spend the time ogling th...m out of my bedroom window. After locking the door, I'd stand in the window, just out of sight, unzip my pants, and jack my hardening cock to a glorious climax.I was lost in my fantasy, stroking wildly and didn't notice my grand-daughters had come over. That was until I heard a Jill's voice, "Oh my God, Grampa, I never knew you had it in. She didn’t hesitate then, pulling the covers back and climbing in with me. I reached for her and she welcomed me into her arms. I sighed. It was a sigh of relief. Someone else cared. I needed that. We didn’t kiss for a while at least. We just heldeach other in the comfort and warmth of our embrace. It was amazing just how restorative that simple act was. ‘I knew you couldn’t sleep,’ she whispered. ‘I could hear you. I’m sorry, Pat. I’m sorry about the boat and I’m sorry about everything it. She stroked it acouple times getting it even harder. I then felt her soft warm lips slowlysliding down over my hard cock sucking me in up to my balls...hold my cock inher mouth feeling her tongue pressing against it. I moaned as it felt so damngood, it was dark out and we were parked in a seclude part of the parking lotbut the thought of someone seeing us made it even hotter. She began to slide hermouth up and down over my cock and as her mouth reached the head of my cock sheswirled her tongue. The Maasi don’t pose a problem; they don’t hunt for food, and they live off their cattle. The safaris may create a problem. So I would give permits to only professional hunters that we know and approve of. They would have a strict quota of the numbers of animals they could hunt on any safari. Their customers are normally only after the big four, Elephant, Rhino, Lion and Buffalo. Any safari crossing over into the reserve would need to take a Reserve Ranger with them to oversee the quota was not.