I imagined my cock sliding and prodding along the walls of her vagina. There was a harmonious fit as her channel conformed to the large shaft inside i.... Being inside her was so much more exciting than anything I'd had with the other girls. I was fighting not to come because I wanted to be good for my mother. I wanted her to want me in her always.She started moving with abandon and I was glad when I felt her stiffen; I had about three seconds left. She pushed her hips high up into me and arched. " But no one would want an old codger like me," Grandpa added."Grandmom and Grandmommy could choose to be old and grumpy, too, but they choose to be happy and alive. They choose and you choose. Everyone has choices. We just need to ask ourselves our reasons for making the choices we make. Do they work for us? Do they take us where we want to go? Do they allow us to feel what we want to feel? What if you chose to enjoy life with them?" But they already have each other." Now, I'm confused," said. But today was different. Not only was it Friday but I actually had plans. I was so excited I decided to use some of my leave time and took the day off. With how much of a workaholic I had become, my department head was only too glad to comply.I was expecting company so I spent most of the day tidying up. Having spent most of my adult life in the military, I kept things pretty clean so there wasn’t much to do. Before long, there was a knock at the door. I answered it.“You must be Scott,” the. Everyone was clothed or in the process of getting dressed. It looked like almost half the people who had been here, enjoyed the show and then raped us are gone now. The woman who once owned this place, I don't know what else to call her, came up to us and handed us each a short skirt and a loose fitting crop top.I glanced at Dave and he nodded. Kenzie and I put our skirts on and carefully pulled the tops down over our injured breasts. The thin jersey material was cut so short that it left the.