Realizing that he must be doing something right, he continues to massage her breast and gently pet her pussy. She reaches up and kisses him, lightly b...ting his lip, and then letting go of it just as soft. He grabs her shirt and almost rips it off of her, exposing the top half of her body. He now wears a huge grin on his face and she asks why, he just smiles and suggests that she’s beautiful with nothing on her. She blushes, smiles, then starts to slip off her pants. She removes her pants,. He was completely naked and had a head full of long dark hair that fell over his eyes. He didn’t seem to mind that he was naked or on a container, which confused me. As I stood pondering this, he began to move and proceeded to walk towards me. ‘What are you doing,’ I asked stepping back. ‘Teacher,’ the man drew out. ‘Teacher? What?’ He pointed to himself. ‘Viktor…’ Then pointed to me. ‘Teacher.’ When the man was completely out of the case, I noticed a book attached to the interior. I grabbed. My eyes followed her path as she entered the kitchen without a word and slipped behind me as her arms surrounded my waist. Her unburdened breasts pressed warmly against my back as her cheek lay on my back with a sigh of contentment. The first words spoken were almost meek sounding as she whispered, “Grandpa, you’re the best,” and turned her face to my spine and kissed my bare back with a soft fluttering touch of her perfect bow. I set down the shaker that had been in my hand with the final. His fingers tickled my inner thighs, his nails gently scratching my skin and occasionally brushing over my clit. Finally, he slid a finger inside me, expertly stroking. I struggled to move as my legs gave way but the weight of his body kept me pinned against the door. I was hugely impressed at how wet he was making me but when he slid a second finger inside me, it was almost more than I could take. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed, my skirt around my waist. Standing before him but.