++++++ I was brought back from my daydream by a pounding at my bedroom door. I guess they couldn’t wait for the desk to process my wakeup call. Then...I heard a little voice calling, ‘Grandpa, Can I come in?’ It was Samantha my favorite granddaughter. ‘Favorite Granddaughter?’ Just ask her, that’s what she tells everyone. ‘Go Away! There’s no one home’ I yell, while putting on my robe. The door pops open and this little blond headed ball of fire, dressed in pink, attacks me. She jumps up and. Me ander chala gya .usne mujhe sofe par baitha liya .uske ghar me koi nhi tha .phle wo mera naam adders puchhne laga fir bola ki tum yaha kiyo ghum rhe the m.maine kha ki bas waise hi kisi se milne aaya tha .wo mere paas aa gya or bola such bata kiya aya tha.maine kaha such bol raha hun.usne kha me tere baap ki umr ka hun.tu galti krega to maar skta hun.maine kha haa agr me galti kru to maarna….usne kha bina galti k bhi to maar skta hun. Maine kha apki umar badi hai aap ka me aader krta hun.aap. I could hear footsteps coming across the hardwood floor toward the bedroom.He was laying back relaxed against the pillows, hands behind his head, and I was on my hands and knees between his legs willingly working his cock with my mouth like some slut. The footsteps stopped at the doorway."Fucking A!" It was a deep male voice, sounding full of lust. The voice sounded a bit familiar, but I wasn't sure if I had heard it before or not. "Guy's got a good body. I'd've never thought he'd be a fag, but. She said I’ll message you later and thank you for your cum, to which I replied it was more than my pleasure.As I walked out of the room I looked back at the dildo laying on the floor and her kneeling on the edge of the bed, her fabulous titties hanging freely and her hands grooming her snatch. I didn’t want to leave to be honest but also started thinking about her husband so proceeded to keep walking.I never saw him as I left, wondering if he knew where I was, and where I had just been.When I.