But do what you gotta do". I say "Really?". She says "I don't mind, it's all natural".I hesitate. I was trying to talk as though I was joking, even th...ugh really I would love nothing more at this point than to bend Whitney over and fuck her brains out, or to see my cock disappear into her mouth and down her throat. Or better yet to see my hot cum dripping from her pretty face, or on any part of her body for that matter. I can tell she's pretty drunk, but I know we both have always kind of had. He pulled me closer so he could suck each of my nipples into his mouth, one after the other, so I let him enjoy himself for a few minutes. Then I pulled my nipples from his mouth and laughed, saying, “I need to get back to work, grandpa….this house isn’t going to clean itself.”I tucked my boobs back into my top, then finished cleaning the living room and the second floor. Every once in a while, grandpa would step up behind me and grab my tits from behind. I just laughed and let him have his fun. She stepped through the gap between the spit and the block. Her pussy was throbbing. She couldn't resist kneeling down in the grooves. She leaned forward over the block. The feel of her breasts slipping through the recesses was delicious. It was a little less easy to move but the feel of the slippery-smooth, form fitting polished surface against her bare skin was wonderful.Of course, Judy thought. The Kate had a routine before it got to the spitting stage. It distracted a girl with pleasure and. The good ones went fast.---Another week went by and I was getting pretty antsy. After being used to almost daily sex, going cold turkey was not enjoyable. I had to replace the batteries in my vibe every couple of weeks!Finally, I spotted "PaleWriter", a 39-year-old guy who looked to be in pretty good shape, was attractive (but not too attractive), and was in the next town over, where I worked. Also, no kids!I stalked his profile for a bit before deciding to make the first move myself. But what.