Back and forth, milking my folds…back and forth and… “Your spend is on my fingers,” he said, his fingers playing with the lips of my cunt. �...I want to show you something nice,” he said, “another lesson.” All I could say…I was wiggling on his hand…was “Oh God,” and again, “Mr. Emerson!” He whispered: “You have a hot cunt, little girl.” I moved myself on his fingers. “Hold still,” I told him. He stopped moving and it was my turn to undulate on his fingers. His other hand was holding my. By the time they'd drunk a mug of coffee, Grace found that Don't sexual apparatus was back in working order. This time, she took him up to her bedroom, where she was able to thank him on two more occasions for shooting her pussy full of his hot sperm.After that, Don made sure he spent a lot of time round at Grace's house.She shooed him away after three months, when he'd admitted to a growing attraction to Ellie Moore, whom he'd met at his office. Grace told him he needed to get himself a nice. "It might be best if I call your Father, and have him come pick you up before anything else happens that I will regret forever." But Grandpa, it wasn't your fault. I'm happy that you pleased me," she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Her lips were soft and yielding, opening alluringly as her tongue penetrated his mouth."I'm not tired now Grandpa. I still want to know what you were doing when I came in the room and saw you." I have seen my Brother doing that when he reads his naughty. He body seemed to be made of fluids. After a few tunes the band played a slow one. Colt held her close to him, making her melt in his arms. Her head laid on his hairy chest. Colt was also feeling something else. His cock was pressing hard against her body making him aware that she was feeling it too. As he held her tight, his cock throbbed against her but she did not pull away or show any concern and he continued to grind it harder. They were at the dance club for about an hour and then decided.