Mujhe ek tarkib sujhi auur mera kaam ban gaya .Mein jis ladki ko har rat chodta tha ,use yeh sikha diya ki ,jab woh Gopal k saath wapis apna gaon jaye...to ,bas yeh kahe ki mein ek napunsak hun ,aau raat ko mein uske saath kuch nahi karta ,Bas dil behelane ke liye batein auur task khel leta hun.Bas aamdani ki aamdani aaur kuch nahi.Mere batai huye plan ke anusar woh gopal ko boli,”are tere malik to kuch bhi nahi karta ,Mujhe chuta tak nahi,Bas batein karta hai aaur taash khel ke so jata hai.usne. I didn’t mind because sleeping over at Grandma’s was like getting a mini vacation every week from my family. After a few months, Grandma finally came out of her depression and began to act like her old self again, going out volunteering at the church and visiting friends. Even during her despair, she was always warm and affectionate to her loved ones. I continued my weekly visits; Grandma made sure that her Thursdays were always free so that she would have the entire day to spend with me.It was. My nose nuzzled up to her clit as I burrowed into her, driving her wild. Soon I had her building to a fine orgasm, but she pulled back, finally speaking for the first time, I dont want to cum yet. She caught her breath and squatted above me, grasping my cock again before speaking again, this time in her most sultry tone, I want to cum as you fill me with your hot spunk. Then she maneuvered her twat to meet my penis and sank onto my lap, sliding like a sheath over its knife as I smoothly. She called Jack, then opened the back door to let him outside. She set about gathering his bowl and fixing his breakfast, still naked. Opening the fridge to get the can of wet food, the cold air swept across her chest, causing her nipples to stiffen and stand out, she scooped a spoonful of wetfood into the bowl and replaced the can. Grabbed a spoon, mixed it all in and set in the raised bowl stool and opened te door for Jack to come back in.Then she set off for the bathroom, got the shower.