I was now only wearing my undershorts which had a significant bulge in them.“Oh ... did I cause that?” Grace asked running her hand along the lump...in my shorts.I pulled her into a kiss - her firm bare breasts pressing against my chest with my hand grabbing at her firm ass cheeks. Her hand found its way inside the waistband of my shorts and was now grasping my bare cock.When we finally parted, Grace pulled the shorts down, allowing them to drop around my ankles. She knelt down and helped me step. As you do this you also spread your legs a touch further apart. I admire the shape of your tiny ass, the soft curves inside the tight jeans. I know there is nothing hiding in those, but just to be safe…With one hand in the center of your back I lean down to start with your right foot, sliding my hand along your leg all the way up and over the back pocket, feeling the tightness of your ass with my hand. My hand wraps around the front to feel the pockets but finds a way to graze over your. We had sex two-three times daily, she would go touring and walk around full of my sperm. She was very experienced in all ways, vaginal, oral, and anal intercourse. She insisted that I fuck her asshole. Upon her return home to the US, she broke up with Jim, sometime after fucking him again, probably right after she returned full of my sperm from London. During a work trip to a site up north near Duluth, Karen got drunk and told me that she met several salesmen having a multiple encounter that. I moaned as grandfather pulled my hands away from my sopping pussy and replaced them with his own. His rough hands assaulted my pussy. His large finger invaded my fuck hole. He then tried to get two in. I moaned loudly from being stretched so much by his fingers."Your going to have to get used to this bitch, because when my cock gets in there it's going to hurt like hell. They didn't nickname me 'Horse' for nothing." Grandfather said, leering.I gasped at the mental image of that giant bulge in.