The girls giggled as they looked at each other, and back to me."Sorry I didn't come in, tonight. I got caught off-guard with a suprise sorority meetin...." She said, smiling up at me."No worries." I answered, obviously lying.A moment passed before she spoke again, following a long line of whispering between the girls, inside the blue Camaro. "So," she said, "me and a couple of friends were on our way to hang out at the broken bridge. Want to tag along?" The broken bridge?" I asked, the term was a. ‘There you go,’ he said, climbing down with the empty galvanized bucket. ‘Do you need me to undress you or can you manage?’ The withering look gave him the answer. Holly said, ‘I noticed there was only one bed.’ ‘Yeah, we share. Any further questions?’ ‘I don’t wish to be fucked as you call it.’ Blair grinned. ‘You’ll be okay, I’m not expecting visitors.’ Holly wondered what the fuck did that mean? But he’d left, closing the door, and he was still laughing at his own wit if it could be called. I grunted in reply the building anticipation drawing me into my own world, just my crotch and the hand. I was seriously fucking horny, and thoroughly enjoying the heights of pleasure I was getting out her already. She had barely touched me and I was firing on all cylinders, hips revving at the lights. With a life of their own my glutes tensed, jerking my hips up and down, fucking her cute little hand while she looked on bemused. But mouth hanging in awe and fascination at quite how aroused I. If it hurts, tell me. If it burns, let me know. Make sure your grandpa knows how his surprise is making you feel, okay, my sweet baby girl?" I nodded. I was overcome with fear, silenced by the pain, and focused entirely on doing what I was being told to do. Hank begin to thrust his cock in and out of me. At first, my only responses were grunts. He reached under and grabbed at my already sensitive nipples, and I cried out. "That hurts, Grandpa!" "Yes, baby. Tell me what hurts." "My nipples,.