It was a Monday morning in August, the day after her fifty-second birthday, and there was absolutely no reason why she had to get up and start her day... After all, her divorce had made her independently wealthy, she had no appointments today, and she had only come back from her birthday party at two in the morning. After a few minutes lying in bed, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her face and neck, guilt about sleeping in and the curiosity about the mail that was lying on the floor. ”Peyton shrugged. She hunched over, eating her burger over the footstool, her legs spread. Each time she leaned back to chew or talk, her nipples were light-red circles under the fabric of her pajamas. And when I dared to look lower, the darker patch below revealed my granddaughter’s hairy Mons Venus with only thin, white cotton to hide it. I longed to sniff and touch her there. She answered me after swallowing, “Yeah, it sucks.”“Did you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”My granddaughter. Which she obviously was doing."Mikee and I talked about it, and we thought you could help. We were going to talk to you this weekend, but..." But he got beat up again, and you decided to cut class." She nodded. "Who's class are you ditching anyway?" Mr. Hallowell's."That was something. I could probably square it with him. "So who's the guy?" Tony Gleason."Damn! Some kid with my name was terrorizing the school. "What's he do after school? Tony, I mean?" He usually hangs around the bleachers at. I held her head, and began to face fuck her (Gregs face about 4 inches below us) and I soon was blowing off in her mouth. HUGE fucking load, and some spilled out her mouth and onto his cheeks&hellip,he closed his eyes for a second, then looked up again as he saw his sister finish off swallowing my load. I pulled my softening dick from her mouth, and it plopped onto Gregs nose and upper lip. Belle laughed, I laughed, and Greg just laid there not knowing what to do. I grabbed my dick, and smeared.