.. open?" I asked."No, this is fine; your a beautiful hostess," he replied. Then added, "By the way, when you're a hostess, your not my daughter – l...ke your mom wasn't my wife, and they're not breasts, they're tits. When being a hostess, showing a little skin helps as long as it isn't too much. But if they get a little peek at your tits, the better hostess you'll be. For instance if you accidentally spill some drink on the front of your blouse... like this...," and he spilled a tablespoon of. I would try to help her get back on her feet, but three wives was enough! I did not need a fourth! I looked over at Grandpa. I saw him start to grin and said, ‘Don’t even think about it! I’ve already got three! I don’t need another. Maybe I should talk to Dove to see if maybe you need another wife!’ He said, ‘Oh no you don’t! Dove would kill me. Besides I’m too old while you’re just a young whippersnapper!’ He then grinned even broader. I said, ‘Oh, no you don’t! That dog won’t hunt! I’ve got. After15 minutes we decided to change the position. I asked her to get into all foursand pose in doggy style. I went behind her and started licking her cunt. Shewas shaking in pleasure. I slowly reached her asshole and licked it. I insertedmy tongue and started tongue fucking her asshole. She said, “Please not there!”I said I am just tongue fucking it. I won’t put my dick in the asshole. Shesaid Ok!I got behind her and started fucking herfrom behind. She started moaning in ecstasy. I increased. Despite her anguish, Debbie was defiant “For God’s sake, you BASTARD, you can’t do this to me, it’s not what my arsehole’s for,” she yelled over and over again as he continued to probe her, making her squirm uncontrollably. Moments later, fuelled to hardness by the torment he was inflicting, the man pulled out his huge, throbbing cock and drove it deep into Debbie’s already challenged anus, gleefully pumping her as she groaned and squealed to his thrusts. Perhaps though, the groans and squeals.