Who the fuck did they think they were? He stood up and flexed his bulky arms. It was time to show these crazy cunts who was boss. He prepared to do...what he had done many times in his life: exert his male strength on the weaker gender.The two women felt the man’s surge. They both knew it was time to respond. Crystal reached up and held his arm for dear life. Because of her diminutive size, she needed both hands to hold him. She was an accomplished martial artist with a brown belt in. The days passed slowly, me trying to keep occupied and Grampy trying to ignore me. Then one hot sultry day things changed. It was too hot for a bra so I figured why wear one? Its just Grampy and me here anyway. So I put on my shortest cut offs and a tank top. If I must say so myself, I have great tits, but then dont most 18 yr olds? Actually my body is pretty great all around. My tits are C cups, my waist is small, my legs long and tanned and my ass is high and round. This particular day I. He parted her folds with a strong upward stroke that ended at her clit. She felt and tasted different from Jill, but it was just as sweet.In his peripheral vision, he saw her fingers turn into claws and dig into the sheets. She drew in a ragged, high-pitched gasp. The breath then emerged in a clipped, "Oh yes," of delight.With an enthusiasm only a man tasting his second pussy ever could muster, but with a skill nurtured under Jill's tutelage, Rodney lapped and sucked her folds. Within a few. “I’m twenty one. Why? What are your concerns Mr. Blues Musician?”“Does being a musician imply that I don’t care about age? Because I do. I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to be twisted in a weird light.”“You’re fine. I saw some of your set by the way. You’re really good.”“Thank you. Too kind.”He sipped at his soda as she watched him.“Seriously. Those songs mean something. You could write about anything, any shallow subject, but you choose to be real. I like that.”“That’s me.