The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door and there stood Grandma’s minister. The minister said, ‘Hello son, is your ...randma home?’The little boy replied, ‘Yeah, she’s in the bedroom bangin’ her boyfriend.’The minister fainted.Now, that’s funny ... I don’t care WHO you areOne for All the Old Codgers!!!!There was a family gathering, with all generations around the table.Mischievous teenagers put a Viagra tablet into Grandpa’s drink, and after a while, Grandpa excused. She is wearing a low cut grey shirt, with a knee length black skirt. As i am standing over her, i am looking down her shirt at her beautiful 40d breasts. She is wearing a red satin bra with lace trim. I take a look around to make sure nobody is around, as i slide my hand down the front of her shirt, cupping her right breast. She kind of lets out a little whimper as i take her nipple between my thumb and index finger and began to pull on it.She begans to rub my cock over the front of my jeans as. The law allowed them to conscript cadets into service.Then Lieutenant Rangan returned after having lost all of the men in his command with the exception of his Sergeant. He blamed it as a result of an attempted rape of one girl who resisted with deadly force. He didn’t believe Lieutenant Rangan’s story despite the fact that the Sergeant’s story was more or less the same as the Lieutenant’s story. The differences were enough to make it credible, but the basic story was just too fantastic to be. My rifle had a scope on it so I could draw a tighter bead and I would try to 'Bark' the squirell. This meant I would fire at the tree limb just under the squirrels head. If done right the bark would shatter and explode into the squirrels head. They weren't always killed but it knocked them out of the tree and they were stunned long enough you could get to them and knock them in the head.. I set up my tent and started my fire I cut me a few sticks to skewer my squirells and roast them I ate two.