I mean I’m so much older and you’re my granddaughter. You really can’t mean it, honey.’ ‘But I do. I’ve thought about it for weeks, I know...what I want and I know you’ll be caring and loving and it’ll be just wonderful.’ I’ve already said that I’m a living, breathing male and, of course, there was no way that this conversation had no effect on my cock. It, of course, responded in the way every male’s cock responds to sexual opportunity. She smiled at me, then got up and pulled the teddy right up. But, anyway ... here goes. One of my smaller projects over the spring and summer had been to build and take measurements from a sundial to begin to determine closer to 'real' dates, and to try to use the stars to get a better idea of my location. Makes sense, right? When you've got time, locate Polaris, measure the number of spring days, calculate the rising and setting sun, and thus get a sense of the rough "where you are".There was no Polaris. Instead, there were a cluster of four stars. He wanted to taste it, too, but he shouldn’t hurry. She’d taken all those risks to get them time. He started a slow path of kisses down her torso.When he reached her mound, he was in quite the wrong position. He stopped everything to get between her legs. He kissed the thigh on each side but then headed directly for her smoothness. The taste was incredibly erotic, and her response to his tongue on her clitoris even more erotic.He eased two fingers into her and tried to tickle the bump on the. “Slow down, Stranger. We just met. What type of girl do you take me for?”“A horny one,” you grin. She laughs, a pure sound of pleasure, then stretches and it’s impossibly for you not to let your eyes roam over her naked body.“I won’t argue with that,” she says. “Having you here has me so fucking worked up. I want you to touch me everywhere.”That’s all the invitation you need and you lunge forward, hands gripping her and pinning her to the bed. She lets out a yelp of surprise and then a purr of.