Then he drops to his knees in front of me, grabs my legs and slowly slides his hands up both of my thighs. He finishes pushing my skirt up so he can g...ab either side of my panties and pulls them down my legs and tosses them to the side. I groan as he takes one leg and drapes it over his shoulder. Then he does the same with the other which leaves me wide open for him to look at my trimmed pussy. ‘Are you excited hun?’ he asks. ‘I am so fucking wet I am dripping so that question is a little. Instead of touching it though, I blew gently on it. “Oh yes Mike, yes. That feels nice.” I did as she had asked and slid a finger into her and hooked it upwards, feeling for the swollen, corrugated area of her G spot. I didn’t need to ask whether I’d found it. Hazel’s response made it quite clear that I has. She squealed loudly and I felt the muscles around her vagina clench around my finger. “Oh Mike,” she squeaked, “you’re making me come. I’m coming.” I wasn’t going to waste her juices and. Marge was forty-two years old and quite a beautiful woman. I would have done her in a minute but I had never got a vibe that she was into that. I had never made a move on her. She was the oldest child in her family. Personally, I was an only child, and perhaps a little spoiled because of it. I'd always gotten whatever I wanted. To a certain extant, of course. We were not rich people, but we were certainly well off. Marge's family was her father and mother, and two sisters, younger than she.. This is just for sexual enjoyment and not intended to make someone hurt. This story will have lot of uncommon and extreme thoughts which may not be accepted in our society like mom-son, father-daughter, grandparents-grandchildren etc.,Let’s begin the story, It is a rich Tamil joint family settled in outskirts of Chennai city and they involved in textile business in main area, so everyday one or two men in their family used to go to their shop. This family consists of Grand Father, Muthaiya.