My X-girlfriend cured me of women. After her, I swore, ‘Never again!’ That woman was a cast-iron bitch. But, Julia was different. She touched me s...mehow. That smile. In a way I found it confusing, but I couldn’t stop seeing her. August 23rd, 2006. That was the night. I remember it as if it were just an hour ago. Julia and I were sitting in a little coffee shop in Hawthorne. She was prattling on about something. I wasn’t really listening. I clearly remember reaching out and putting my hand on. I forced myself to retreat and pushed her to arm’s length. Through gasping breaths I said “We can’t do this Brandy. We just can’t take the chance even if it is what we both want.” Her eyes welled up with glistening tears and turned up to the sky for a moment and then returned to mine. “I know it is what both of us want. At least let me touch you Grandpa; I can wait for a better time for the rest, but I want to feel your penis all hard just like it is right now. I’ve never touched one and yours. I softly run my fingertips down the head then trace the outline of the base of the head, watching his eyes close in pleasure as his mouth separates and opens with a gasp. As his excitement builds and the precum begins to drip down the tip of his penis, I continue to run my fingers down his shaft, moving up and down to excite every inch of his hard, throbbing member. Once his face indicates that he cannot handle anymore teasing, I go further to tease his tight, cum-filled balls with my finger. This one was deeper when he went all the way, and he added another finger, slowly stretching me out for him. After he was able to fit a third finger in all the way, thrusting back and forth, he lined himself up and took out all of his fingers. I felt the head of his cock at my little brown hole, and then he was inside! I have to say, it hurt a little. But it wasn’t too bad, and I knew that he really wanted this, so I continued to go with it. He put his hands on my hips, holding me steady, as he.