I couldn't believe he was toying with my mind for so long because I was sure he wanted to have his way with his tight young granddaughter. A fucking ...ease was what he was, I thought: but it was working, there was no denying it."Give me a hand with this bench," he called over to me from behind a small curtain in the corner of the shed. I walked over just as he was drawing the curtain open. There stood a freshly made, but oddly shaped bench of sorts that didn't register in my brain at first. . The guy got up and saw my hubby walking to the lake, he followed me to the woods, I walked in about 20 feet to a place by some trees, there were used rubbers and stuff thrown around, it took a couple of minutes before the guy approached me, he was about 60, gray and had a nice sized cock, I looked at him and said this place is a mess, he told me a lot of the men would come there and give each other blow jobs and fuck each other, I asked him if any women came there, he said a few, I turned my. Then with her left hand she pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and with her right, she guided his cock as she lowered herself onto it. She positioned the bulbous head against her pussy slit and eased herself onto it. “Oh Ben, that feels wonderful after all this time. Oh yes. It’s so good inside me. You just keep still and don’t over exert whilst I do the work for now.”Ben didn’t need telling again as he marvelled at what was happening to him. He sat there with Mary impaled on his cock. “Still, dancing a bit too close to your partners, smoldering glances with those eyes of yours, double entendre, being a bit too touchy-feely to pass off on casual party contact. You might have pushed the envelope a bit too far tonight.” “Yes, but it is your hard cock I’ve come home with.” “Oh, I don’t object to your flirting. In fact, knowing that it will be me who will be filling your body at the end of the night increases my excitement when I see the hunger in the other men’s eyes. But.