.. used to work in the Club, didn'tyou? Before you became a receptionist, I mean. So you've been a studentthere as well, right?"Grace nodded. "Yeah, b...t I really don't want to talk about work, okay? Ijust thought we might have a bit of drink, and get to know one another."She took a sip of her wine, then grabbed my hand and in a lighter voicesaid, "Hey, what's this nail colour you're wearing, is it new? It reallysuits you ..."So we spent a very pleasant hour and half just chatting. I tried once. And you’re right; it is a beautiful little pool. We can pack a picnic basket and strap it to my old Schwinn… if Steph ever finishes her breakfast.”Both girls giggled and gave their Papa synchronized punches to his shoulders. As they peddled their bikes a few yards ahead of him, Don gained a newfound appreciation of his granddaughters’ fine, tight asses.“Damn,” he thought, “If I was twenty again, I’d love to ram ol’ Fat Boy up both of them. I wonder if they’re still virgins; probably not.. A glass was at my lips and Nimbeou poured some more of his tonic into my mouth. My lips caked with their remnants of their seeds and my anal juices, I swallowed and looked up at Nimbeou as he told his friends '...fuck him good...' My feet was snatched from under me and I was smashed into the floor one of the guys mounted me inserting his enormous tool into my well lubed bung hole and begin to slam into me viciously. The two of them took turns that seemed like it lasted for hours before one of. ”He helped me stand, he then put me on my back on top of his desk.He pulled my legs up and over my head.He lowered his hips between my soft, bare thighs. He put a finger inside my pussy slit before placing the head of his cock there. He then pressed it into my wet pussy.“What are you doing, I told you, you can’t fuck her cunt!”“I’m just getting it wet, I don’t have any kind of lubrication here at school.”After a couple minutes he pulled out and lined his cock to my little asshole.I grabbed at.