He thought Linda was Betty. When Linda reminded him today was his birthday he smiled big and asked, "When do I get my usual birthday suck, Betty?" Lin...a blushed as red as can be, and I stepped forward and said, "Now, seems like a great time, Bill." Linda looked at me with shock. She was shaking her head to indicate, there would be no way. When she looked back her grandpa had his cock out of his pajamas and was stroking it. I was amazed that at his age his cock quickly rose to a full erection. And then the weight of his body and his scent assails me as he leans in close and places his lips against my ear.“Just keep the noise down…” he whispers, and then plants a palm against the mirror and curls an arm around my waist and pushes into me in one strong, fluid thrust.I bury my face in his shoulder in order to muffle the cry that explodes from my mouth and then wrap both arms around his neck as he sets a frantic, almost desperate pace. There’s no time for slow and attentive; it’s a rough. .Ahhhhhhh...Ooooooooh...Ohhhhhhh...Mmmmmm!”“You’s good B-B-W boi. Built just like a fuckin’ bitch!”“Mmmmmmmm...Ohhhhhhh. Thank you!”“Been a minute since I got some boipussy! You ain’t gon’ be giving dis shit away!”“Yes, sir!”“I’m dead ass serious! You’s my gurl now! Let’s go to da bed!”West lifted Austen’s legs onto his shoulders. He rhythmically pounded as Austen moaned. “Look at dat li’l baby dick! You was born to be fucked by a real nigga, bitch! Fat fuckin’ faggit ass slut! Daddy like it. “ “That is cool. How big is it again?” “Eighty five inches. I paid extra for the geeks to set it up. You should see it.” You can’t tell if he said it as an expression, or an invitation. You are feeling a bit tipsy and adventurous though. Maybe it’s the beer. Or, maybe it his hand that has intermittently found its way to your thigh throughout the evening. The hand that has your thigh feeling very warm right now. “I’d like that.” you say quickly. “It sounds pretty big.” you add, and take a.