He reached out and touched the giant nipples and they became very hard.He slid his hand up his grandmother's skirt, and was pleased to find that she w...sn't wearing any panties. Her old pussy was soaking wet already. He slid a finger inside of her, and found that she was quite tight. Martha tossed the blanket off of her grandson and began sucking his hard cock. Mike moaned with pleasure. Michelle had heard the noises coming from her brother's room and entered to investigate. She couldn't believe. I started kissing from her foot by inch by inches. I reached her navel, wow, it was awesome navel, I was playing there by licking and kissing, she was in seventh heaven and telling me put your rod into my cunt. I said wait bhabhi what is the urgency, we have lot of time to that, then I moved to her top and removed her bra, wow, it was super boobs.I started licking her tits one by one by pressing the other one. She already got wet and she is pleading me to insert my dick then I spread her legs. ... with it... still in... me." Um.., ok, what kind of "toy" (making finger quotations), and what do you mean, still in you?"She then proceeded to take her yoga pants and panties (if she had any on) all the way down, exposing her beautiful, round ass to me. And it was then that I saw it. A buttplug. Clear Glass. Rather large handle. I tried to lower my head a little to see the pussy beneath, but as I did she barked out "HEY! I SAID NO PEEKING!" "Sorry, I just was not expecting that. Not many. A Losing Season. Chapter 7. Confrontation - First Contact.Michael was back on the bed reading one of the books Maria hadbrought him. Conan-Doyle's Sherlock Holmes was not his usualchoice in reading material, but it wasn't a teenage fashionmagazine and it wasn't a romance novel. Still, he wasimmediately alert to the first scratch of a key being insertedinto the door lock."Hello, Michael." was the oddly familiar, yet unfamiliarvoice. The face was the same, but the hair and the voice were.