All he could think about was the gorgeous face turned upward to his, waiting to be kissed. As their lips met Bob's arms went around Sandy's waist and ...ulled her against him. Their mouths were already open and their tongues immediately became entangled. The way in which Sandy was grinding her mid-section against him made it abundantly clear to Bob that Sandy was not bothered by the feel of his erection. Sandy's panties were already damp from her excitement and it was only their height difference. I saw that she was in the yard when I got off the bus but now she was missing.“Gran where are you”“In here with the horse”I looked over the stable door and there was gran pulling her knickers up past her knees, she had just had a wee as the wood shavings were wet, she pulled her kickers all the way up shutting her pussy off from view.“Hello, I got caught short, good day at work”I was speechless, I had just seem a mature woman’s pussy for the first time, a good thick covering of fine coloured. While I frigged her wet cunt under the table, I just didn’t know what to think, I was so mad, yet now so turned on, as she looked and smelled so gorgeous and her pussy felt so good. I did notice that while she was being frigged off by me under the table, she did keep looking at the guy at the bar, who kept looking towards her and talking to his mate, obviously telling him that my wife was a slut and he had been touching her up. I can’t explain why I did what I did next, but I said to my wife. Some nights his cruel hunger would become extreme and wicked as he would bind my wrist and stretch my arms over my head tying them to the overhead light, cutting my cotton night dress, leaving me naked as he would pull up a chair running the steel finger claws up and down my body, twisting and turning me as he created red works of art on my white skin. The attachment of the cold metal spring clamps to my already stiff nipples while the claws raked over me brought about excruciating bliss. I.