’ I blush and say, ‘I am flattered, but you ruined a really expensive cashmere sweater to talk to me when all you had to do was tap me on the sho...lder?’ He blushed and I laughed. ‘I didn’t think that far ahead. I just had to meet you. A little third degree burns pales in comparison to meeting you.’ He grinned and my heart sped up. We sat there and talked for what seemed like hours until he looked at his watch and said that he had to leave but he wanted to see me again. He seemed to get real. She asked if I had any weed, so we smoked a bowl.As we got high she brought El back up asking why I was with her. I told her that even though we had nothing in common the sex was even to wild for me. This was uncomfortable for me to talk about, but she was hounding me. I told her it was a big plus that El loved anal, but it was to much for me that she liked getting abused during sex, and that was something I wasn't into. (I mean like hit, and straggled while banging her ass) She made a Mexican. .. and of course, it’s where we find ourselves in.“Since the first messages we traded, I knew that you were the people I would confide to have a threesome”“Really? Well, we are doing it mostly because Donald has the same fantasy and also I have this need to prove another woman sexually. I hope this don’t bothers you or something”“Not at all, Sylvia. Not at all. I tell you I find this thing of experiencing lesbian sex highly arousing”What she said put more confidence on me that it was the. I love my grandpa’s penis. I think about it all the time. He playfully grabs it and swings it around. I squeal like a little girl. He knows I love that. My legs spread again as he crawls on top of me. Before pushing his penis inside me he reaches behind my back and unsnaps my bra. He pulls it off and quickly sucks my nipples and gently bites them. My grandpa is the only person who does this to me and he does it so well. “I love you grandpa,” I smile up at him. “I love you too,” he says and.