“Let’s fuck,” I begged. Angela quickly disengaged from my cock and after stripping me of my trousers, and my underwear, she re-launched herself ...nto my lap, pushing the head of my cock into her tight little pussy. She bounced up and down on me as I held on to her hips, digging in my fingers and matching her bouncing thrusts with my strong guttural utterances of approval.“Oh Gawd!” she exclaimed as she dug her fingers into my shoulder blades and leaned her head forward, allowing it to come to. Nobody ever called me Helena before. It sounds nice.”“Then that what Propappou call you from now on. You go get clean and dry off, Helena. Of to be the cocoa when you done.”Contessa Helena de San Finzione sipped her cocoa while watching the servants clean and decorate her castle’s grand ballroom. The ball wasn’t for another two days, but whenever she held one, she liked watching everything come together.She had chosen to wear a white blouse with black men’s slacks today, and the second phone. She allowed herself to be swept away into a netherworld of enjoyable enchantment.Pops held on tightly as the girl's body absorbed the orgasms. He continued to hold her as the passionate pleasure slowly subsided. His kissed the top of his granddaughter's head and rubbed his hand up and down the back of her shirt. He withdrew his other hand from the soaked panties and softly whispered, "Hey Sweetie, your old granddad needs to wash his hand. I expect you need to wash something, too."After a quick. Damn cold's put a damper on things now, though." Killing hermay have been bad for the relationship, too, I thought. Sort of a moodkiller."Has she got it too?" he asked."Er, yeah. She does." Wonder if you got it from her?. Should have come with us, son. We couldhave gone hunting together, checked out the woods." He lowered his voice."Would have given me as excuse to spend get away from my sister in law fora while. I always forget how bad she is. And this time it's even worse.She's all on about.